Everybody was trying
To see the wonderful thing,
They were jostling with each other,
A stranger stood at the last position,
He remained calm and tranquil,
Someone laughed at him and said,
'It will be impossible for you
To see the beautiful thing from here, '
The stranger gently said,
'I will see the glorious thing in the best way
Even from this last position,
As my eyes are the greatest of all.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eyes are assets to one's personality. As long as they are not impaired we can always maximize their their use. A fascinating poem well conveyed.