The match is over,
Someone exclaims in joy,
'Hurrah! I have won the match, '
But someone exclaims with sorrow,
'Alas! I have lost the match, '
The insane vagabond sees everything from the remote corner,
He smiles and mutters,
'Hurrah! and Alas! .....
Both are insignificant in this world,
Only the match is significant.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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