I SING what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......an extraordinary piece with a most excellent theme ★
Yes, yes indeed. It truly is a exquisite piece, I mean it is quite marvelous.