To be remembered for an age,
If as a poet, or a sage,
What atmosphere within my mind,
The dimming day and dusk will find,
Two eyes that gaze like glowing beams,
A soul so filled with dying dreams,
And so I slept, or hoped to sleep,
Through chasms born so vast and deep
As a child upon the ocean’s shore,
To hear the waves forever more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice one hinting on immortality through poetry. thankyou