What's not possible, loud-showing
As for to make
A brash spectacle of myself
Vain and foolish
To lives, poorest for time spent on
What these cherish
Can display I; through this calm, dear!
Anxious heart's rest. Which dark-bound state
For good cause praised.
This sun, fuller, your own upon
For love which raised!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem