Here lies the wonderful master of defeat
Who into victory converted it;
He lies to wake when the trumpet is blown,
A coveted crown to own.
Here lies he who success knew best,
Who solemnly sat the test,
And excelled where mediocres failed;
Always he did his best
Despite the harsh times that ever prevailed.
He waits the approach of end
To announce the life everlasting,
Time's arc to be bow and bend
In the heavenly domiciles,
After a tough toil on timbers and tiles!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem