Never in the duty of any man does a posture be certain,
For it reflects the return to the world in its entirety.
Names are devils, faces are institutions of greed,
So then fighters fight for ferocious reasons.
Breed the true soldiers of sight and light,
The cave of fear is an enemy of flight and desire;
The wars are fleeing from the wars of hate,
This bravery amounts to mounted warriors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem