We are trying,
Trying heart and soul,
To keep him alive,
In this dark night,
The wild wind roars,
Threat us to lag behind.
We are undaunted,
We are struggling,
We are appealing to others.
Is there anyone?
Anyone out of fears,
To join with us, anyone?
Come, young bloods,
Hand over here,
In this deadly fight,
With a determination to win,
Swearing to fight till last,
Shouting out loudly,
'We better die in this storm,
But never let the dankness to win,
Never let this wild wind,
To put out him for ever.
Who is there?
Who is that brave one?
Let's fight, let's die,
Let's enlighten this night,
Let's hold the candle in the storm! '
Let's hold the candle in the storm! ' Yes...Let us hold....Good thought process....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let's enlighten this night, Let's hold the candle in the storm....let's hold it with our last breadth and not light go off.. that is the lasting spirit.... undaunted effort for keeping it on....10 martyers....bulletproof......i am disgrace