I Heard the Chime from Faraway-
an Echo in the Wind-
The Ancient Summons to Display-
its faint sublimity.
Before the brightest years decay-
A Blessing's left to speak-
The World is ready to enjoy-
A Fiesta in the Bleak.
Whence the skies are bound to weave-
the Wave of Infinity?
So few would dare to apprehand-
Wherefore my solitude repents-
A Thousand bells aring?
My Thoughts and prayers with the toast-
Softly take the wings.
For I am armored to withstand-
The Moans of Dreary Wind-
The Light and Heat Emblaze my Pen-
Dimming Perplexed Dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem