Let Mammon's sons with visage lean,
Restless and vigilant and keen,
Whose thought is but to buy and sell,
In the hot toiling city dwell,
Give me to walk on mountains bare,
Give me to breathe the open air,
To hear the village children's mirth
To see the beauty of the earth -
In wood and wild, but lake and sea,
To dwell with foot and spirit free -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..............a wonderful verse and rhymes beautifully ★