Napoleon Poem by Nikoloz Baratashvili

Napoleon looked upon France and said:
'What is the result of reign of mine?'
And seeing his glory shed,
A light cast down upon his mind.

'That's enough' - he uttered
'My dreams fulfilled: the world is bewildered by my name,
France is flourished by my glory
and foes are crushed for wondrous fame and story'

'But my soul cannot rest in my body!
The Fate is playing with my crown,
And I must praise her to the utmost;
The time is mine and I am her only hope!'

'But, what if the Fate turns her back to me,
And crowns with my fame another fellow?
No, I do not believe she can betray me:
She gave me birth and would not sacrifice her Son!

Napoleon cannot tolerate his rivals.
'However powerfully or skillfully a man rules,
I still cannot learn from him, nor he equals me.
The grave itself would be too small for me if I had a peer

The years will pass until we comprehend him!
The Death itself reveals his fame:
The smoldering fire and roar of waves
uncovers his fiery soul and boundless heart!