' A little learning is a dangerous thing;
drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring'.
- - -Pope, ' Essay on Criticism,2'
All the times I go through this complete fragment,
a chunk of blood-dripping flesh, from the masterpiece;
I hate to be intoxicated by the ' shallow draughts'
and feel like taking in the whole spring, the pride
of the great Alexander`s land, where Muses may
have frequented to satiate their fine wisdom thrill.
While walking down the lane busy with the mostly
know-all traffic, pierces the blaring honks of zooming critic.
It`s so easy to hover in the air without wings!
Silver dreams have so light plumes!
'Running a household is manual labor
when calm meditation is really a sad realization'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem