Yes, my beloved friend is a true poet,
He is really great,
Poetry is his only concern,
It is his only passion.
When he walks,
Poetry comes,
When he speaks,
Poetry comes,
When he takes rest,
Poetry comes,
When he sleeps,
Poetry comes
Naturally to him;
It's poetry, poetry and poetry,
Which always pervades his pleasant and sublime mind,
He is a real poet indeed,
We all admire him,
His soul is fully entangled with pure and refined poesy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and who is the sleeping poet please ar hopefully not uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu