The Poet's Heart

A beautiful feeling that rises in the heart

A garden full of fragrance that soothes the heart

A great medicine to kill loneliness

The world itself has made me a poet

To express the feelings that rise in the heart without hesitation

To correct a mistake where I see it

To handle it like a weapon at the right time

Poetry can conquer everything in the world

Helakavi has preserved the rules properly

But also allows for fresh ideas

He has not made the pen a weapon and has seen the pages without rules

To guide the right path, he has written verses