I had no peace;
i had to write this piece;
For twas a hand great;
could not see the sky's face.
A hand that filled the earth;
a hand that made maidens glare;
A hand so fierce;
descended on Ugo's head.
This might cause commotions;
this might stir emotions;
A disordered formation;
Marico's decision.
Arrows fly in the air;
Marico on great drextiers;
Ugo's warlords are ready;
Marico's knight is fiery.
Drums of war sound;
Ugo's band is light;
Marico pierces forward;
he weilds a strange sword.
Back in the arena;
where lions tender;
A royal rumble;
a seat with no trouble.
A strange fist in the night;
the refree stays alright;
A cut from beneath;
a sword with no sheath.
What sorrow and misery;
Ugo's banners are driven;
What folly and pride;
no ye not castles dont cry? .
A fight so grievous;
made our hearts grievous.
A strange hand;
Marico blurts the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem