Here we war;
for this junction we purse
seeing the troop we laugh;
upon our fortune; we smile
The earth move; we race
the bird sing, we made the chorus
for the seas and river we cross;
cold and deep it was.
The music from the guiter they play;
strong enough to send men to sleep
the cento they resite in rolls;
not too weak to wake men from bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Abideen and Cheers! Mirror, Mirror Brother... What else could or should or would men speaking and listening to works of words of other men do...? Wake the weak from their 'sleep' and begin the world again... IAM got dis... check nexus potus... All of the best from this life, to you, and to all of our relations... Michaelw1two