Ought you never try to change the call of heart
Nor should try to tailor wings of soul. Neither
You could ever sway the scent you like - for
The Nature has been never meant to bow.
Yet calling change were views along you' path
Your stance in pace stirrin thoughts to dance
As to world comply most the pliant whole -
It Mind - meant flyin free - along you' Soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem