The mighty hunter!
To ease down the pain,
With the harmony of true love;
To cool down the pains,
The pains of life! !
The height,
Above,
Day and night;
Compelled to win!
Along the line,
From Cairo to Cape Town.
A gallant write well crafted. We have to endure pain to win. No pain no glory.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From Cairo to Cape Town! ! With the muse of my mind! Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.