When thou face the future seated, fearing
Keep the words of promise on thy lips, faring;
None could tell where the journey might end
A life could end veering off one bend,
Be it the soul, the fairest or dearest
That which changes Him, I find the rarest,
Take a moment; beseech Him take the wheel
If thou will have Him wind thy life onto His reel;
Plead Him journey mercy; He is near to answer
On the road of destiny, if thou will conquer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touch of a poetry ace. taintless line, Speckless expression. bravo