The great traveller
Roams
In every season,
Nobody knows him,
But he knows himself,
That's a matter of true joy for him,
From dawn to dusk......
He travels everywhere
With great ease and spontaneity,
Nobody sees him,
But the traveller sees himself
Very honestly and sincerely,
That makes all the difference,
Everyday the sun rises
And it sets too,
That's the usual course of nature,
But many strange things also happen;
Like a wise philosopher
The eminent wayfarer takes everything....... usual and unusual
In a simple way,
At the end of the day....
The great traveller feels
Divine peace and happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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