Inspiration to a man,
Is success of another,
Whether a small step forward,
Or a large leap of faith.
Happiest of the most cheerful,
Are the ones that bear the biggest pain,
And the brightest of company,
Are found in the shade.
So never judge a book upon its cover,
As you don’t judge a flower before its bloom,
The power of a man,
Is never known by himself,
Until he passes through the wall in his mind.
The waste of the lives of the heroes in battle,
Leave all the wives behind.
For the skill of gaining knowledge and wisdom,
Always out of reach for the vain.
To the depths of vanity,
The good will always prevail,
And as in time the natural process emerges,
As dark always clears,
And as life is never idle.
Like when change does appear,
The challenge will persevere,
As the first star rises,
Does the imagination of the children,
Begins the inspiration of the man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inspiration arises in many different ways I thinkthe secret is the willingness to take up the challenge