This is the world that I live in
Spin, spin, spin, spin;
Round and round and round and round
With a monotonous sound,
Through the dizzy centuries,
Whirling - will it never cease?
Non-stop, non-stop,
Revolving like a humming top.
Through the ages round and round,
Creeping slowly, not a bound;
Through a flood of giddy wars,
When peace has failed through fickle laws;
Through the damp and dusty days,
Down the old miasmal way -
Till it falters, swoons and rolls
In a circle to its goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the line: 'down the old miasmal way' - again your choice of the right words adds such meaning to your poetry. Well done.