"West" they are saying
Who point, soothsaying.
"The promise, dawn's alternate
And divine countenance.
To tutelage, not too late
Will bend each duelling lance".
Chants the echo still
"West west, from yon hill!
Vishnu re-born, peace's sage
And the venal-heart's shame.
To alchemy yields the age
In purifying flame".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem