Oh, great poet!
Oh, great creator!
Thou hast gone thy path till the end;
Thou took “the less traveled by” road.
I’m standing where thou long “stood and looked”;
I’m watching “the two roads diverged in the yellow wood”
My heart saith take the “less travelled by”;
My mind saith mark that “for another day”.
I need thy help;
Rise, rise upon thy grave,
Thou shouldst talk to me,
Thou shouldst tell me which way to go!
Guide me with thy kindness,
Lead me to the correct path,
Let me not go astray,
So, years later I shan’t say anything by regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem