From the mirror looking back at me,
Is- “integrity’s beauty bold, ” as few might really see.
The face that sank “a thousand ships” galore…
This smile shattering eclipsers images, on-the-floor!
No nervous lips are mine, as the courageous doth fall.
Though many would fence me, as some Trojan wall…
Still, trapped between “pillar and post” I was framed…,
As if by some ghostly set-up; and so a Warrior I became...
My trumpet’s harp-song through Warrior’s great Light,
Doth challenge “carousal horses” with doom, in the night!
Outlasting my foes claim-, befittingly their deeds returned,
Enchanting beauty- (perhaps): “provoking my enemies to learn! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem