Only a poet knows
Another poet's pain and pleasure,
The reason is very obvious,
Both belong to the same realm.
When a poet writes
And everybody praises his poetry,
He becomes ecstatic,
The world becomes heaven for him;
But when he depicts poetry
And people criticize it harshly,
The entire world becomes hell for him,
He feels absolutely dark and gloomy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem