The countless horses, warriors, and guards
Of earthenwares in life sizes,
Standing erectly side by side,
To guard the king's kingdom after life.
The poor recruits, the young farmers
Endured the long hours of hunger,
Tortured with the rigorous cold and severe winds,
Suffered bitterly to satisfy the king's underground reign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem