The warriors weep for the fallen dead
The fallen dead weep for joy.
The pain they left behind
The pain they take anew
No longer do their sinews blaze
No longer does the heart beat
Lay aside the fallen dead
burnt to brittle ashes
Their wounds healed
their blisters peel
Their vengance sworn with blood and steel
They look sideways ways at the living
Trying to console
And now the souls of the living
And the souls of the dead
Hold themselves and curse asunder-
And swearing to repay
The rip their rivals have created between the living and the dead
The warriors weep for the fallen dead
The fallen dead weep with joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a most intertesting philosophical piece that is worth recommending. GW62