They come
And destroy the beautiful tree ruthlessly,
Still people praise them,
The young poet notices this painfully and becomes surprised,
Then he decides to compose his poetry differently,
He resolves with his inexperienced soul to give up beauty and serenity,
But at night when he falls deep asleep,
Someone whispers to his ears from his refined inner realm,
"Never forget to depict
The beauty and loveliness in your poesy,
As that is always the soul of a great poetry."
The young bard wakes up and understands everything about it.
Someone whispers to his ears from his refined inner realm, " Never forget to depict The beauty and loveliness in your poesy, As that is always the soul of a great poetry." /// written beautifully; love is portion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Destroying the trees makes the environment a sad. Thank you poet