This body has been torn
beaten up
but in some strange way
has been restored to equilibrum
Hurricanes have roared
Earthquakes have ravaged
Pirates have plundered
Yet still stands this vessel
to tell this eternal truth
with weighted breath
For through all ills
life has not ceased
and with the hands of time
all wounds are healed
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I would like to translate this poem
great...a great name, great words, from a great writer