Knock the door very slowly, and slowly enter,
Make no more noise that one can hear,
Or as much as when knife slips into butter;
Thus knock the door slowly and slowly enter.

Stand still there till someone opens door,
Step as if you place your feet on green grass,
Utter very slowly, if possible not at all,
Enter the place, like the moon entering hall.

Here lives a man, very few know, all by himself,
He brightens the world when he writes the words,
With every phrase all around the colours change,
When completes the poem, changed is the world.