From afar your shining mien
I have espied with Ero's awe;
And though I've with wobbles
Your fine shores trodden raw,
That testing main I now must
Tour with unhesitating resolve;
And feast on your tartest crust.
As peregrinating king of the sky
His regal gyre at last completes,
And as old voyage yields to new,
Your lone disciple cedes deceits
And throbs that blest sages slew.
With naught but puerile allegiance
And steeliest zeal for salient ways,
He pledges every unflagging loyalty
Till the close of his meliorating days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent work! I don't understand half the words, but they are beautiful!