You began to write the history of your life
With a kind of fear;
I know not why you are so great;
O, Helen, to me, you are so dear.
You're talented, you're esteemed;
How enchanting your fantasy is!
Your voice is always buzzing in my heart,
Just like the honey-seeker bees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem