No iota of prayer could skip this moment;
the whole reliance is on thy shields and helmets,
there is no savior which is present;
the shield wall is thy protection of thy soul est,
when you sleep thy shield wall is your blanket;
when thou are on the war front it is your hamlet.
thou shall never escape his own faith,
before war ends;
don't seek a hero, be your own legend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem