The simple song was written
In the little corner,
It was never sung
In the superior arena,
The song writer never complained,
But the wise pilgrim realised
Its true importance,
Only he read it and sang it
Days after days,
One day the song knocked
The door of the sacred world,
Soon a genuine spark!
The song became priceless,
It became immortal in the holy sphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem