Success is one thing,
One thing that lights,
Like fire with no smoke,
Or sobering flame.
Success is mere and pure,
Although it's like circulating scent,
That emanates from tough
Breathes taken for sometimes.
Though it's a welcome rain,
Yes! a truly rain that baths pain,
But in all it's good and yet not final.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem