Live me and love the opinions of my age,
Lose the idea of a greed and a loss.
Our life has been bandaged in silence,
It sunk them who sank in battle,
It did not lift our heads to the surface
And remarry another day.
Life may be misery for the young,
Yet I do please the old, as much as living a line of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem