'T'is a dolorous plight to cower in fear,
A phobic state that doth bring naught but tears;
For 'tis a malevolent malady,
A cruel malaise that doth run too deep.
To quail before life's daunting test,
A coward's choice that can bring no rest;
For brave 'tis he who doth face his fears,
And so bravely conquers all his tears.
The valiant soul who strives to fight
Shall find that courage brings delight;
For 'tis a glorious victory
When fear is vanquished, and true courage free.
The risk of danger is outweighed by gain
When boldness conquers often great pain;
For 'tis a splendid victory
When hearts are strong,
and courage takes the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Shakespearian style. Well articulated. Impressive writing!
Ima a beginner in literature, Its so good to hear from you that my beginner's effort is really going in a right direction. Thank you so much.😊