Starting the trotting that was aiming to the target
Determination has deposited inside the heart
Starting of the pain that like from enemy attack
Though Peculiar decision has given power to heading to the aim
Pouring blood from the shoulder
The pain of calf muscle and ankle both tied with boot
Recognizing agony which is making a suicidal thought to the life
Trotting all troops they can't stop without passing the end of the flag
Thinking of life voyage it sees and someone waslaughing
In accordance with, suffering people they haven't good money
Continuing trotting these men for seeing triumph some corner
Although gradually increasing of the pain at the life
The power that was given by God at the heaven
All of the pain may be turned to happiness
Limiting great desire of the life
Even though, every second consoled you by pain as your shadow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem