A small ambitious elf kept on
Galloping galloping rapidly,
Panting heavily to scramble
Over a rocky mountain!
This road is untrodden neither
By Dwarves, nor giants.
Not a short walk to roll up in a day,
Poor experience curbs the advance.
Great glory is the citadel
Upon which aspiration is sealed.
Treading the road to set up the
Flag is not an easy journey
As many Dwarves think!
It is a thorny task,
Pregnant with challenges
Throng with sacrifices!
The elf insists to reach
the Peak victoriously,
Ignoring the price of
Such a leap in the dark!
Plunging into the evil means of vice,
Will never seat the elf on high castle.
Temptations are irresistible -
Only for the weak,
The weak before the irresistible
Temptations lose conscience.
The conscience is what we await for
To return from the meander!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem