The young poet
Was immature and imperfect in his skill,
Whatever he wrote became incomplete at the end,
It was very frustrating for him.
But he did not give up hope,
He tried his best consistently to write complete and mature poetry,
Which is always essential for a writer,
This way slowly but steadily the poet succeeded to write great and refined poesy,
The readers also began to read his poetry attentively
And they praised him effusively,
The young bard became a blithe spirit then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem