I saw on the hills of the morning,
The form of the New Year arise,
He stood like a statue adorning
THe world with a background of skies.
There were courage and grace in his beautiful face,
And hope in his glorious eyes.
'I come from Time's boundless forever,'
He said, with a voice like a song.
'I come as a friend to endeavor,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem