They are jealous,
Don't worry,
You have the greatest treasure,
That is love,
For which you will be the real winner.
Jealousy is an obnoxious feeling,
It may be powerful for a particular period of time,
But it can not last long
With its ugly and devilish soul,
It becomes weak and infirm with the time.
But love is the real blessing of God,
It impresses everybody with its calm and gentle stature throughout,
To tell the truth love has to face many problems in its journey,
But it wins through in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem