The great man stares at
The starry sky,
He sees his name there,
But he can't believe it,
Again he minutely scrutinizes the vast sky,
This time he also sees his name clearly written there,
Then the eminent man gently asks himself,
'Is it my illusion? '
Sometimes we miss the details which we catch up in the second search.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes what we look for we get to see. Nice poem.