Who is worth more than yourself?
The death of mighty warriors is on our shelf.
They are books so golden like the crown,
Knights strive with vigour, then they are down.
Measure our fortune in front of this place,
The luck appears in the bookcase.
One scroll has been attached to our furniture,
May musical films seem an enchanting dominator.
One book of tactics and strategy
Is satisfying, well fully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem