I had a longing to be up, up in the sky,
Like you with head so high.
Espoused in your cozy arms
Watching the desultory human race
Thou the giver of life
Can't you give some advise?
From the turbulent ocean to your alter.
So boldly it has arrived
In this biased chaos
Your talks I can hear not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem