A hundred forms of sweet time's checks
Harmful as snag, hurtful as noise
Demanding on one's patience
Give life its piercing quiver, and
Its triumphal experience!
My jumping's flair was puddle-placed.
While sprinting's windy reference
A bully made for to laugh!
Grief for growths, in an after-rain
Has its balmy aftermath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem