he travelled
he worked and his health suffered
he met and was weakened by a thousand difficulties
but to him
all those were nothing
this world is so small
the sufferrings whatever were they
were just few
to him this world is nothing
the space is too small
imperceptible
because he is accustomed to dwell in eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem