This is the resolve that the march must continue
And that the zeal to move shall ever be new.
This is the indefectible pursuit by this diligent walker,
That forever no fear shall ever beset this blameless talker.
This pen shall under the sight of God
Ever ink the indispensable nuggets of silver and gold.
And even if this gifted hand falls to decay,
Its offspring shall take its place without delay.
This is then the indefatigable resolve,
That I’ll never cease to be on the move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem