The Rich One

Do not be distressed by your narrow room,
you have built a vast palace in my heart.

You have my shelves and all my paintings
to build a ladder and embrace the skies.

You have novels in me,
no pen has yet matured to write.

In the morning quarrel of my thoughts,
there is always room for you.

In every precious prayer that I rhyme,
you are the genuine verse.

Do not be distressed by deprivation,
you are the rich one who doesn't know he is.