The little child sleeps
In great peace
In his mother's cosy lap,
The outside world is restless
And also worthless.
The renowned poet sincerely watches everything,
He takes the best sight in his aesthetic mind
And writes a beautiful poetry about the loving mother and her dearest child,
All other things remain meaningless and insignificant in his superior poetic realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem