J-ust aim at the glorious crown,
O-n the third of June;
A-llow your eyes to see
N-othing but salvation.
B-ehold the priceless reward,
A-fter winning over the strife;
N-ever turn a blind mind,
A-s you hope for eternal life.
D-o rise and move forward,
E-very time you fall down;
R-un with one conviction,
A-im at the glorious crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem