V-ictorious life is yours,
E-arly seventeenth of July;
L-osers give flimsy reason,
M-aking excuse or
A-libi.
A-im at victorious life,
Y-ou shall find greatest glory;
A-nger yields to love,
L-etting your heart have
A-mity.
M-ake your life victorious,
A-s you fight the lies;
G-et up from your slumber,
A-nd open both your eyes.
L-et your mind have peace,
L-et it be free of strife;
O-ne faith in God has brought
N-othing but victorious life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem