In his dreamland
The man runs and runs,
After a long time,
He catches the golden pot
In his great hand,
He becomes extremely glad,
But then the man wakes up
In the real world
And finds an earthen pot
In his trivial and insignificant hand,
He feels very sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahaha. Ask him not to be sad for golden pot can be stolen but earthen pot feeds gives cold water. So chill and enjoy life.