Their love was strong his heart a clutter
Her eyes are piercing her lashes a flutter
'I will be back my one true love
No force can stop on earth or above'
He left to go help in the war
And her life slowly became a bore
He fought with katana bow and knife
But the girl remained his life
Her heart remains to burn
Worried if the boy would ever return
He was indeed the only one alive
He was a captive never to thrive
He knew he would take his own life
And so he asked for his old knife
Instead he fought his life through
Till his jacket was drenched anew
But he fought till his life's end
Then he wrote a message to send
Still he had to fight
And all the emperors' men were in sight
One against 1,000 what an odd
He gripped his sword and gave a slight nod
He fought for his life and love
And truly no force could stop him even from above
He continued to fight but to no avail
With his sword, a piercing nail
Soon he couldn't fight any more
His wounds became a burning sore
And as he fell fighting
His face became frightening
He scared enemy as well as foe
Till he had no arrow to string his bow
Many people were afraid and stood aside
And the man had realized he lied
Because his love had known that he had died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem