In the darkness your fire burns
It has always been the guide of hope
For all love lost and pleasures gain
Please once more let it burn again
Through the battles lost and won
For the words lost on your tongue
The lonely lights trimmers still remain
And will shine for all the holders days
Some claim bravely on your name
While other says you were never taught the game
All the potions that are conjured in the soul
Be withheld in the confined glow
The water that steams the torch
With all the obstructions to free your passions
the night brings chills that may seize the compass
the dreams of you doubts will never turn into ashes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem