O strange face there in the glass!
O ribald company, O saintly host,
O sorrow-swept my fool,
What answer? O ye myriad
That strive? and play and pass,
Jest, challenge, counterlie!
I? I? I?
And ye?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He seems disappointed at seeing his own reflection in a mirror. I know the feeling. The image he sees is 'ribald company' for himself, yet also 'sorrow-swept'. A short poem which has depth.