In the old library, I tend to reflect
On all the thoughts of the ages collected
In these dusty books. It is good to spend time
Here with the light of knowledge/ wisdom sublime.
In the old library, I feel the silence.
It's like a spiritual experience.
I like to bask in the warm glow of oakwood.
There is something rare here that stirs the blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem