The soldiers are ready,
The elephants take their place
The battle horn is blown
And begins the victory race
The soldiers take charge
The knights leap across
The bishops ready for attack
The elephants gather moss
The king driven to safety
The queen ready to fight
Soldiers go down one by one
Oh! what a marvellous sight
The bishops gone,
The knights exchanged
The elephants come to play,
The game gets rearranged
All it take is one move
To show the white flag of truce
But the cunning queen doesn't rest
The spectatators amuse
Anything can happen
On the battlefield of day and night
Theories are made, opponents fooled
But one must always know what's right
At the end emerges victorious one or both lose
But the kings can't say good bye
As stories and legends, secrets and myths
In this field are told and never die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem