i have cornered the aging king to feast his heir full
discard his warrior's sword, make peace with his kinsmen
but his head as hard as black wood, he takes me for a jester
greedy as the seas he wants all for himself
egoistic and selfish tiger with flooding barns
you have made the land barren and our ancestors sleepless
the day shall come your imperial reign greets Waterloo
be it before man or God you shall be brought to book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem