Without light will there be colours?
Without colours can there be joy?
Without joy will there be hope?
Without hope can there be life?
Light gives everything in itself
It never has a thought about self
But, does light ever lose anything,
Though it gives everyone something?
Never seeks anything in return;
The glowing light in a lantern,
It asks not whether you are a friend or foe
Never does it deny us warmth with a simple ‘no’
A flickering candle in a cave at night,
The Sun during day, with it’s light so bright.
Isn’t it great to the uttermost?
Still, about it’s power, light never boasts.
Light gives everything it can give,
Man takes anything he can take
Light thereby is not diminished,
And man thereby has not gained…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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