The great artist is unknown in the pleasant domain,
It's unthinkable for him,
Tears come in his grievous eyes,
The renowned artist can not find out the reason of it with his superficial sense,
He scrutinizes himself attentively for a long time
And finds a small unpleasant spot in his superior mind,
So he is not known in the pleasant realm.
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