No secrets do any mirror reveal,
but to age impacting, the years leaving impressions on my face
and no urgency do I feel
to make haste
and to this I am not blind
and I am the only one
and have no heed to form another of my stock and kind
but my poetry, my words are left when I am gone.
In war I have seen the jeopardy of man, his courage
on a senseless cruel earth
but in this time and age
let others bring children in the world, give birth:
my time shall come to rise again, when my Lord come
and with Him to go to an unspoilt home.
[Reference: Sonnet 3 “Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest” by William Shakespeare.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem