My reason was tried by my rage.
I devoured ice on dancing flames.
I landed safe on brittle quakes.
I blessed their soul when they thrashed my fame.
Yet reason did not stop rampage
nor with patience could it assuage.
But violence bred if lacked a sage
soul v. soul would then engage.
Those knights had knelt down by their arms
whose spirits colluded with their charms.
By now my reason had outwon my brawl
and resigned to suppression that befell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem