'Opinion, let me alone: I am not thine.
Prim Creed, with categoric point, forbear
To feature me my Lord by rule and line.
Thou canst not measure Mistress Nature's hair,
Not one sweet inch: nay, if thy sight is sharp,
Would'st count the strings upon an angel's harp?
'Oh let me love my Lord more fathom deep
Than there is line to sound with: let me love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem