I met the weary traveller
In the lonely road,
He anxiously said to me,
'Will you listen to me? '
I said,
'Of course, '
Then he asked me,
'Where does the road end? '
I thought for while and then answered,
'The road is endless, '
Being disappointed,
The tired traveller muttered,
'So I have no respite from this drudgery.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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