'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; 
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling. 
Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night: 
I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light. 
The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul; 
In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control. 
For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death; 
But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed breath. 
'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; 
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely though a subject many have touched.