Ah, the stories of the glories
challenges of mortal men
striving, driving, ever onward
even as the flame descends
Time will silence praising voices
tide will drown all golden crowns
one day there will come a season
silencing those tales of old
Then the words formed in the ether
will burn off all mortal chaff
then all ears will hear the story
living, loving, flowing forth
in the end there's just one story
when the torch of fame has died
in the end there's just one glory
rising from the ashen coals
Every precious word once uttered
spoken by the carpenter
will endure as our story
after life and death are spent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem