I walked in the dark, mucking
like a bat trapped indoor;
you gave me eyes to find my way out,
and pluck the sun from azure sky.
I fretted to listen,
but all intent voices collapsed
against the brass walls of my ears;
you gave those words a way in.
Like an alien in a foreign land,
I had no palate for life;
you brought forth a rich cuisine
and let my taste-buds grow.
I was afraid to touch
lest I should break the brittle,
or spoil the beautiful;
you gave heart and eyes to my hands.
I didn't know
how to smell right from wrong;
you laced my lobes with fine frills
and gave me an asking nose.
Life is to me now
a delectable menu on a platter;
I savour its delicacies,
and tell those standing down
that it's you, only you,
my teacher!
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I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful tribute to your teacher.... Yes, a real teacher leads a child through the dark alleys of life to light! After parents, it is a teacher who shows him the fundamentals of life! A good teacher's influence stays with a man all through his life! A teacher is like a light house directing the path of a drifting vessel across the turbulence of the ocean!