Nowise Will I ensky any to attain heaven,
nor be inhold of cenotaph of passion.
On no account aim to subsume all I intent,
Such onuses me seldom; I am complacent.
Withal lest I can't enclasp you often,
I befit a rendition of sorrow I reckon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A concise and insightful verse written in heightened poetic diction with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing, Rani.
Thank you Chlnedu Dike for your lovely comments.