I saw
The lean and pale vagabond
In the busy railway station,
He was writing something
On a piece of torn paper
With a little pencil,
As I went to him,
I found that
He had only written.....
'I know thee.'
I stared at him in astonishment,
After a long time,
I understood the real wisdom of his writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some of those vagabonds are much wiser and insightful than most people realize. Wisdom enshrouded in mystery...leading to joy.