laugh to the last echo of the mountain, surf
the highest sky and dive piously the deepest
sea and shout, rejoice the coming reign of
order proclaim
treasure amongst the pleasure of thy mother
and father love; shared to be champion,
hibernated grow in thy safest womb and
guarded by the most strongest warrior at home
shield and seal with honor and valor of
bravery the order of ordeal of life; throne to be
born and proclaim to live as champion amongst
others, to explore the avenue of ghettos
pleasure of life, now the gate keeper shouts for
joy, for the fruit has come to ripe and ready to
hatch, the treasure for once a thousand dream
has come to worship, the true union of love share
long live the knight with its shinning armor ready
to defend the garrison of life, the never ending
struggle of defiance of the enemies ground of
turmoil, for the ordeal of battle lives in you; sail
on, dear conqueror, you’re commission to fight to
the last blood of your life, for the knight of the
shinning armor leaves no mercy to gain its victory
it's a lively and lovely memory of fight.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem