Behold Ye! the owner of heart that dares to dream,
behold, the river flowing and the breeze blowing past you;
they won't come back to the place they leave,
alike is this moment, it won't be back to you.
So gather all your might and stand,
stand to embrace the dream you cherished so long.
It's the last chance, your fragile heart may perceive,
but to you let me remind,
it's a blatant lie your mind has conceived;
it's not the last chance, none of that kind,
but the one of many more that to you your life will give.
So stand, embrace it with an open arm,
you my warrior!
fear not a thing, neither the day, nor the aftermath;
let your soul be illuminated with the spark of strength,
that hitherto was unknown to the world and you.
Let you be filled with the blood that nurtured your dream,
let your eyes sparkle and lips smile.
Prove yourself worthy of walking on this path,
Prove yourself worthy of being chosen,
and with all your devotion, stand!
let the path see your fervour for it,
let the path see you are bequeathable,
and that, in your worthy arms, it's future it can bequeath;
and stand!
to let the path choose you to walk on it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so beautiful and so inspiring