Oneday when the breath would stop
Let the world run like a bird's hop.
No pain would penetrate my soul
I would hear ocean's everlasting howl;
Perhaps I would be at clamouring Dover,
Clashes of pebble-civilization to hear;
Perhaps I would be in grey churchyard
To note sad notes of Nightingale bird.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem