The polar caps of north and south
Have frozen wastes so deep, that nought,
Can there survive, lest all about,
Their lives at risk, if rules they flout.
The seasons change, as other lands,
A different clime, with sun and sand,
High rocky craggs, the distant scene,
Or stony shores of shallow screan.
Wildlife struggle to exist,
Yet their survival there amidst,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem