To Peace (Shakespearan Sonnet)
O Peace! For ages haven't we invoked
Your grace by chanting your name ceaselessly?
We're sorely tired; our voices are choked:
Must you still evade us mercilessly?
What will you accept as our libation?
In vain we've offered you, at various stages,
Of Faith and Hope a sweet distillation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem