What is yours and what is mine oh human
Neither you are immortal and neither me oh human
you fight with me and I fight with you oh human
In the darkness even your shadow won't accompany you oh human, we live, and still we afraid to live,
while the glorious sun every day it
round the world doth run with joy
If we must die let us nobly die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem