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.
You are fantastic, you are the greatest;
I look upon you as my buddy;
You're as broad-minded as Mount Everest;
You're cleaning my spirit which was muddy.
Whenever I feel frustrated,
Your story stimulates me;
O, pal, I really love you heartily;
In my melancholy moments, you provide me with glee.
You foment me with new vigor,
When my life is a smilax;
You counsel me to practice with great rigor;
You help me reach the climax.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem