“Trái tim chọn thế giới của nàng...” “The soul selects her own society...”

“The soul selects her own society...”

The soul selects her own society
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s passing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon het mat.

I’ ve known her from ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.