Into the eastern sky I soar,
Touch the face of the Rising Sun.
I hear my airplane engines roar.
I know I am a chosen one
To do my duty and to be
Able and willing to aspire
To sacrifice all within me
For the better of the Empire.
I have a visual below,
The target of the mission mine,
A war battleship of the foe,
To be struck by my wind divine.
A kamikaze pilot, I
Fly to my destiny to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem