Though it may take aeon
may we surely foot our paths for
gifted hands are never dead
this have I seek
to shake hands with a duke
here are we as dukes of this soil
we shall engage not in duel
but in awesome duet of ink
like the blazing of stars
to the apex of this unique world
shall we make headway through
as we give out writing ray of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem