In the pleasant morning
I stare at the beautiful sky
With rapt attention,
After a while I read
Some great lines which are written
At the glorious core of the wonderful sky......
Power is meaningless,
Pride is meaningless,
Wealth is meaningless,
Only poetry is meaningful and true
From end to end
With its divine fragrance,
That's really very important,
I become absolutely happy and contented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm like you.