With the ride in chariot of life so wobbly
I say; the one who rises
In the face of oppositions, of constrains, 
With limitations and disasters as surely; 
Life would bring and does: 
Navigating thorny paths; in quest, enduring
In pains, much distress. Though spurned, 
Yet striving; continuing to be relevant
For the good of mankind, 
Lightening the path of mortal to find their souls
And does so, expecting neither favour nor grace
Justly is - The true hero.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    