Where is the a man who would dare try? 
None ever really tried and missed his desired aim; 
For life is a battlefield of hope and despair; 
A rather whimsical game but tough all the same, 
Where the venturesome may always win 
Only if they really try! 
Where is the woman who may give an attempt? 
A mere one, for this is no game of precept
But a journey of twins both hope and faith; 
You need not embark with your loads of myth, 
Rather mount your horse with optimism plenty
And keep on walking wherever your legs may trudge; 
You must not have the comfort of a single penny, 
Rather into the ocean of life rather plunge
Though forces oppose and things turn funny.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    