The writers and poets
Are like the Saints and sages
Of the old who lived
In isolation in their Cells,
They are like the shells
Of the sea,
Who when walk out of
their shells,
To see the glory
The world heaps upon,
They See their gradual end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To see the glory! And, to respect mankind. Nice work.