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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem