If a glowing hoard of golden treasure
Is the sole object of your desire
You must be prepared to sleep forever
Within the dragon’s consuming fire.
If instant fame and personal glory
Is what you really hope to acquire
You must be prepared to rest forever
Within the dragon’s red, raging fire.
If being recalled long after your gone
Is what you really seek and require
Then your fate may be fulfilled in the flames
Of the dreaded dragon's, searing fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written and captivating