He has beer now by than;
But now, it is different from that.
Seen by many after a short
Moment of many days. One hot
Day came to let him be known
By the one whom he classified as unknown.
The one who told him about
Himself; Not telling him what went out
Of the bold pit which he stood before
As if he was a lion cube standing before
A merciless soul. The one who exposed
The untold history about the unfolded
Letter under the pillow; which was
There after turning to the known one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem