A midnight dew drop
draws no caring sight.
A wild flower none plucks
Even if it be bright.
Who notices smile of beggar
or joy of a flying bird?
The tiny success of a poor
Seems to you very absurd.
Who knows much
About a great man's sighs?
Nobody ever see
While a lover's heart dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem