Ah; the one me eager to await
Hath found yet another mate
How to scrap writ of fate
When the rebels it berate
Just after will o' the wisp?
Or there is some real crisp.
Of events life has in store
When the present is no more
Very painful is the choice
Hark, listen to divine voice
bold but behold with care
The goal is so very near
Only thy will make you win
When thy skill has lost its shin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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