the scarlet fire of the setting sun
may be heaven or may be hell
and every man must pause to look
and wish that he could tell
and far beyond the horizon's gate
where every answer hides
the mystery waits within the clouds
beyond the restless tides
and foolish is the careless man
who does not hedge his bet
to clear the way at the end of day
and cover all his debt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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