No soul evades the sword of fate
As born thou were, thou shalt perish
Nay armor there is that blocks death
Its moments 'tween that thou should cherish
Today, ye tame the fiery horse of time
On winds ye ride with royal pride
This is thy day - say 'Carpe Deim! '
Let future sing thy song that guides
Then rise and shine above the rest
As stupendous as flames that light
Magnificence thou now shalt manifest
So days shalt sweat and dream of thee at nights
And whilst at it, ye remember this
Be kind to the good and a devil for the evil
Thou worship holy prosperity and peace
All hurdles ye kill with the power of thy will
As twinkling stars smile and evolve
As Gods for anew creation aspire
And earth-sun-moon around revolve
They all shalt recall, a MIND on FIRE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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