Here I stare at the gun's muzzle;
Cometh my death on this battlefield.
This's death most welcome, death so right;
For what's more edifying than shed blood
For my kinsfolk and the motherland?
Women may sing me no eloquent 'raptures',
The bells won't toll to my mourn
And no minute of silence by my 'tomb';
But in the warmth of my hades
Will I snuggle at my glorious sacrifice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice general sacrifice. Thanks
Thank you, Jazib