Follow me
down roads of uncertainty
take my hands
let our lifelines intertwine
let our fate's mate.
We will be the bodies
scattered upon the warfield
battered yet breathing
laying amongst
the dying and the dead.
We shall wait
until the victorious
have drunk themselves numb
and lay asleep
beside the blood of our kin.
Then we shall rise
and into the hills we shall go
and on that wind swept summit
we shall feel
the deliverance of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an excellent poem that becomes more powerful when you take into context the title and the last line.