Three kinds of writer, three there are:
Meteors, Planets and Fixed Stars.
The first burst bright upon the scene,
Then fade, are no more heard nor seen.
The second hold for longer sway,
So some them for Fixed Stars mistake.
They speak but to their peers, their age,
At length they too vacate their place.
Besides, their light is not their own,
But borrowed from elsewhere on loan.
To one sole nation they belong,
Their relevance does not stretch beyond.
The Fixed Stars only do not change,
Endure beyond one day or age,
With their own light undimming shine,
For every nation and all time.
Yet placed are they at such great height,
That many years must pass before
The eyes of we who dwell on earth
Are reached by their inspiring light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem