All the bards have the same heart,
Always throbs for the whole mass.
You want to give them hope,
To show them peace and love.
As you loved to see them smile,
You dared to ride on thorns,
Through the fields of gloom,
On the hunger-plains you died.
Your hopes and dreams will rain
On the dark lands of hearts,
Your words will always peep
As the nascent shoots of seeds.
You gave them lamps to fight,
To trace the veils of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem