Don't disturb him,
He is in full swing,
He is writing
With great concentration and reverence,
But the wicked bee does not listen,
It stings the noble author with its fierce intent,
He is bleeding profusely,
Still he is not feeling any pain or resentment,
Indeed the great writer is fully engrossed in his refined realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem