I thought that
I had surely written the great poetry
In the previous night in my diary,
But when I opened it,
I found that I had not at all written the sublime poesy,
Then I remembered I had actually delineated it in my pleasant poetic mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
UR LIKE ME MOST OF MY POETRY IS COMPOSED IN DREAMS BUT EARLY MORNING I recall and jot the main lines down so AR FOLLOW MW