‘O, God, make me a sufferer,
I'll enchant Your name off and on.
If I am not a sufferer, I'll forget You.
So let me suffer to understand Your glory', Kunti concluded.
Karna looked at his mother Kunti, disclosed,
‘If you can understand suffering, you won't wish to be a sufferer'.
Smart write... I never counted a solitary benefit to suffering - neither mine nor anyone else's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true, a nice poem..........................