No one is ready to offer
Any job to a poet. Why?
No one is ready to accept
A poet wholeheartedly. Why?
The poet is the flazing fire.
The poet is the colorful flower.
The poet is the dazzling star.
No one is ready to take the poet
In to confidence as becasue
No one is the sky, no one is the earth.
It is the poet who himself is the sky
And all others are his components.
It is the poet who himself is the earth
From whom all take birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem