Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand
Laughter or tears, for we have only known
Surpassing vanity: vain things alone
Have driven our perverse and aimless band.
Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,
To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust
Find end of labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.
Earnest christopher Dowson the great poet through this poem very legibly described the adverse condition of world affairs and suffering of a human being and it is a great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are big you should be moar nice
I am the very cool Muhammed Asim you are the not'