The mystery of bravery,
The yearning deep inside
For other worlds unknown to us,
In human souls abide.
We're not content to sit beside
The fire and idly dream;
Intrepid voyagers to the core,
We're drawn toward the gleam.
Our restlessness
is salve and curse,
We’ll die of addled hopes:
Our spirits soar
Beyond the latch,
Escaping from the rote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem