Fools think they can harness the Knowledge
As they live in a world of illusion.
As they mad after name and fame
They look down upon fellow beings
And try to grab all the credit or opportunities
As if they were only deserved for it.
Can we stop the rising sun
By stretching our hand or anything?
Can we stop the odour of the perfume
By covering a blanket or anything?
Can we hide the fire
By building a wall or anything?
Can we make the ball stable
By hitting hard to the ground by any means?
Can we think a Phoenix mortal
By turning itself to ashes?
So also the knowledge rises with much force
From where it was trodden down or suppressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem