At the end of the day
The young traveller became tired and exhausted,
However he got a cosy shelter
In a village cottage,
There he fell deep asleep soon,
After some time,
The traveller found a little child
In his sweet dream,
The child stood on a great podium with a smiling face
Holding a bright candle in his hand,
The young wayfarer became extremely delighted in his sleepy realm,
As he understood the glorious meaning of his excellent dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully inked. Very inspiring. Loved it.