You might have possessed so many things
The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe
But if you have not possessed me
You possess nothing!
You are a blunt, a dullard dull
The beggar of the street.
You might be proud of so many things which
One can't have today but tomorrow can
And all these things dwindle when you distribute
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem