Success comes not to the gallant fighters alone
But also to men who suppress their temerity;
No one has ever had the patent to prosperity,
It's for them that endeavor and try,
That bite their lip and fight on
Though may many times let a cry!
Success is for all that desire the victor's crown
And settle for toils of sweat and those of blood;
It's for men who realize that it's a thing they can own;
An open possession whose worth they can claim
With work and an undying aim,
And pray to be on them the favors of the sky!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem