The amount of fire I hold 
Astonishingly is more than the sun 
But very unfortunately it does not reflect 
Light nor does it generate energy
No smoke it emits, silently 
Burns me down without flame 
Instead of molten lava of ash 
The hate of incapability which I have 
Frozen it into a big piece of stone-hard ice.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem