A medallion of glorious ages and past,
Like a Jolly Roger imprinted on the proud pirate ship's mast,
You repose, imposing the grandeur of the kingdom's visage:
Sole bearer of pride shall you be after the victorious war, amongst the wreckage.
It is the symbol of heaven's deific accordance
Of kingship antique; it symbolises the pact with Providence.
When the horns augur a battle, you become the pinnacle
For every enemy to conquer, all hellish and cynical.
The mightier you stand and glint, the higher is the land's affluence;
Your speck of gold is worth auriferous tons to the kin.
The lucid and resplendent diamonds embedded in you influence
The men - to turn their hearts into crystals: clear and sans any sin.
Your lustre heralds the existence of heavenly authority,
For it is not the lustre of gold but of glory - there is much disparity.
Your presence is not only the king's head but also on the lot:
All pride is vested in the thee, thou the witness of all triumphant battles fought!
And when on wrong one's head, a crown you are no more,
For only the righteous shall make the king of the divine lore.
And once you presage a tyrant's ascendance,
You turn void of all your splendour, and become a monument of the kingdom's descendance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem