The enthusiastic poet
Writes a poem,
Everybody says,
'It's good, '
Soon the spirited poet asks himself,
'Why isn't it the best? '
But he doesn't get the answer,
So he screams in deep frustration and resentment,
But in vain,
Gradually the poet falls asleep,
Then someone whispers to him from within,
'Dear friend!
You have already written the best poem
In your sublime inner self,
Read it minutely, '
Immediately the poet wakes up in an ecstasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poets thoughts. I'm never happy with mine!