I want to fly,
But where is the sky?
Where is the sky, dear poet? ?
I am searching the sky within,
Wait and see I am coming.
Dear poet, go on working day and night
And serve the mother, mother land, and mother language,
And from everywhere get all blessings.
You belong to the sky I know, dear poet.
You belong to your own land, I know.
So many skies are there with you, I know.
In which sky you want to fly I know not.
But I see the sky is flying within you,
With all love and with all truth.
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