Poet,
Poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds,
No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher,
As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet’s mind kindled by contact with a brother poet,
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even can enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind,
A poet’s thoughts are deeper than any ocean (or) sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem