The great stranger came in my sleepy realm
And asked,
'Have you written me? '
At first I couldn't understand the meaning,
Slowly I felt
A bright spark within,
It revealed to me the profound truth
About the question,
Then I gently answered,
'Yes, I have already written thee, '
But I found that
The eminent stranger had already disappeared,
Still I became extremely n satisfied,
Because I answered the question at least.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound riddle! It makes me think of my wandering ideas that confuse my own dreams! Thank you for sharing, friend!