No road to go,
No place to dance,
No word to write,
And nothing to dream.
It is both just and unjust,
Kingfisher turned the dust,
In life, to work is the must,
Life in swift is worst.
Battle and love is but one,
Battle is the road to love,
Love is the road to truth,
And to achieve truth,
Battle is but a necessity
With full honesty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem