Shame is the man who has no ambition,
For he’ll bequeath nothing to his children.
Shame is the man who dreamt of nothing,
For he’ll take the path of shameful fame.
Blessed is the man who’s full of dreams,
For his future see’s some gleams.
Blessed is the man who’s full of virtue,
For all his deeds are real and true.
Seldom are those who think of their country,
For they are like demigods and with dignity.
Few are those who want absolute freedom,
For they love not to be stunned.
Great are those who die for their fellow,
Forget not their memory to me and you.
Treasure now those great and blessed one,
And praise those demigods and those un-stunned.
For he’ll bequeath nothing to his children.
Shame is the man who dreamt of nothing,
For he’ll take the path of shameful fame.
Blessed is the man who’s full of dreams,
For his future see’s some gleams.
Blessed is the man who’s full of virtue,
For all his deeds are real and true.
Seldom are those who think of their country,
For they are like demigods and with dignity.
Few are those who want absolute freedom,
For they love not to be stunned.
Great are those who die for their fellow,
Forget not their memory to me and you.
Treasure now those great and blessed one,
And praise those demigods and those un-stunned.