In the wave of winter's snow, 
The pheonix, obscure of the dreaded
Tide of melancholy, rose steadily
So valiant, wreathed with golden 
Poetry pens - its eyelids blinked 
Like a butterfly, dreamily heralding me
Into that isle - the isle of bliss and joy.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    