When I lay myself to sleep at night, I am sure to be well armed and prepared for a fight.
I'll take with me the golden torch to light the way in the coming battle.
No way will I let those demons rattle me.
So long as I have the will to fight back my energy won't be depleted nor shall I with my shining grace ever be defeated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem