I fear no staggering storms
Nor the endless infernos razing homes.
Amid a battle one has scarce any option
But to fight on through the stubborn commotion
Until he victory bears upon his bruised shoulders; -
Or fold his hands as defeat orders
That he be his foe's defenseless target
To be crushed and to be beaten senseless!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem