He who wins one goal has won the world,
Winning with the head and with the heart,
So his Fatherland's flag is unfurled,
As victory and loss - both - make eyes smart.
We laugh and cry upon the fields of green,
For history has made her mark on us,
The victors or the victims to be seen,
To live and die as everybody must.
The world sings one anthem for a day!
Watching one single fireworks display,
For the gold cup, do they forget to pray,
To Him, Who holds the sun and moon in sway?
From gold clouds, the sun comes behind the Sun;
Does He care which of the teams has won?
reminiscent of a myriads of scenes we beheld besides the theme scene being players play the game. Sport is meant to train people to enjoy the game and take both win and loss in same spirit. Today what is happening to sport? Thanks for sharing your thoughts in a nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sure that and the sun does not care which of the teams has won the World Cup. Nor do I. Sporting jingoism turns me off, but your poem glitters like a diamond. 'For history has made her mark on us'.