My name is unknown to all of you;
I've no follower now, or was never before;
But I know that who, reading my lines,
Is living next to my door.
Perhaps my name will mingle in darkness,
Like most other names on the globe;
But it may be imprinted in your mind
If my lines can enter into your treasure trove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem