THERE are some that go for love of a fight
And some for love of a land,
And some for a dream of the world set free
Which they barely understand.
A drearn of the world set free from Hate--
But splendidly, one and all,
Danger they drink as 'twere wine of Life
And jest as they reel and fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem