Sometimes the great pilgrim thinks,
He has succeeded in his life,
Sometimes he thinks that
He has failed in his life,
But he remains indifferent
In both situations,
The eminent pilgrim knows.....
Both success and failure are meaningless
In the deepest sense,
The earthly atmosphere is surely insignificant,
Its existence is temporal.
Brief and beautiful. The pilgrims work can nine fully access until completion at the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is ephimeral. Why ego? What will you take with you? ? Only a person who knows the greatest truth of life would never be elated with success nor be dissapointed with failure!