My mind is like a troubled sea
O'er which the winds forever sweep;
Within its depths, eternally,
My being's pulses throb and leap;
There germs of contemplation sleep,
Like stars beyond the Milky Way,-
Like pearls within the gloomy deep,
That never saw the light of day.
Oh, wondrous mind, how little known!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem