Though short of pence;
Cares not wealth
That he is not blessed
Even spurns jewels
As he is a man of sense
In writing, composing
Lies his happiness
No thief can take away
His treasure he possesses
Seen clinging to heights of truth
Truly not less than sages
Neither rings nor chains
Could bind his soul in chain
For the polished language
The only jewel graces a man
The highest beauty is his knowledge
And this is his hidden treasure
That brings him calmness, fame and pleasure
Man is but a beast
Without language and knowledge
And we need to worship
Goddess of learning as glorious as knowledge……….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem