That night
The young author dreamt a dream,
A stranger appeared
In his strange vision
And gently asked him,
"Dear friend!
For whom are you writing? "
The young writer was astonished,
However, he thought for a while
And then he was ready to answer the question,
But surprisingly he found that
The stranger had already disappeared,
He could not believe it,
The answer remained in his mind forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem