The wind,
how strong it blows.
The sturdy trees are chagrined,
they bend down low.
The wave,
mighty force of the sea.
The land even cannot brave,
strength for all to see.
The will,
power of a sturdy mind.
The potency hidden behind a veil,
with force of thought behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem