People don't know their power-
They think they are just sod;
Though some think you, a nightingale-
And some think you- a god.
And some would worship at your feet,
As long as they were able-
And some would die long deaths, instead-
Of making you, a fable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I seen this title I had to read it, I have a similar one I shall try to find for you to judge. To the point, I love it