Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees,
As alike as the bees in a swarming of bees;
And we look at the millions that make up the state
All equally little and equally great,
And the pride of our courage is cowed.
Then Fate calls for a man who is larger than men --
There’s a surge in the crowd -- there’s a movement -- and then
There arises a man that is larger than men --
And the man comes up from the crowd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem