When the great pilgrim won it,
He felt nothing..... absolutely nothing,
But when he lost it,
He felt everything
From childhood to old age......
Pain and pleasure,
Beauty and ugliness.......
The entire pot became filled with crucial emotion and passion,
The eminent pilgrim felt the perfect meaning of life,
All the answers of the world, positive and negative taught him
About his original position,
He became enlightened forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem