It's a beautiful morning of spring,
The bright sun is shining,
The weather is fine,
Everything is in full swing,
The eminent writer is writing,
Everybody is encouraging him,
But an ugly bee is flying
In his inner realm
With its unpleasant wings,
It's very frustrating,
But that's the reality of the modern time,
The great writer knows this,
He is proceeding with great patience and determination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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