Shelley! You are the deathless defender,
The champion of poets in flesh and blood,
Your poetry is no putrid pretender,
Through fluid verses forceful flows its flood.
Shelley! The lightning in your lines is fierce,
And fiercer is the beauty of their chime,
Your thunder pulse did stop at thirty years,
Your sparkling spirit sings on still in rhyme.
Shelley! You are the voice of your West Wind,
The sylvan roar of Zephyrus you heard,
You shook and shattered with your untamed mind
The fetters of the world through lyrical word.
Shelley! Through immortality of dream
The prophecy of freedom that you wove,
Unbound, unbowed, unconquered did it gleam
And won Prometheus liberty and love.
Shelley! When you sought the skylark's song,
Into your voice her madness did she pour,
A portion of that nectar gift me now,
(That) in freedom to the heavens I can soar.
Shelley! The soul of universe unites;
For even in the deep of despondence
Your voice of volcanic hope still ignites
In myriad minds fraternal concurrence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem