Sirs, my hands are aloft in greetings
I salute you
My legs are together in attention
I hail you
My hat is off my head
I revere you
I thank you with the two greatest things I have:
My heart and my soul
Like the aggressor who lacked the edge to wear you down,
I lack the words to say thank you.
My heart and soul which you have touched so dearly
Do so for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said and well written, poet friend.