The young and tranquil poet decided
To write a great poetry,
Which would make the world a happy and peaceful abode for all,
So he began to delineate it with rapt attention,
After a while the heinous devils appeared fiercely
And threatened him saying,
"Stop it immediately,
Never try to write such a glorious poetry,
As it will certainly destroy our own interest in this planet,
We always want a restless and unhappy world."
The calm and gentle poet became completely stunned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem