With a plaid of green shoots that are gentle and young,
Time has covered and wrapped the old castles,
But the reticent granite will loosen its tongue,
And the songs of the past will be written and sung -
Of crusaders, their triumphs, and battles.

Time has not yet erased those heroics,
Just lift up its high stratum a bit.
Or grab Time by the throat to rock it,
And you’ll learn all the secrets it hid.

Then a hundred aged fetters will tumble below,
From a hundred past years, from a long time ago,
And the legends of hundreds of poems will flow -
Of knight tournaments, wars, and the art of the bow.

Tune your ears to the melodies heard from above,
Look for knowledge, be eager to borrow,
For the reason that Love will forever be Love:
Even in your most distant tomorrow.

The cold steel of a sword landed hard with a thud,
Heavy armor broke arrows to splinters.
Death rode lances and spears, ever eager for blood;
The defeated foes stopped and collapsed in the mud,
Giving up to the grace of the victors.

It is hard for survivors to stay on the same
After facing a violent action.
Facing miscreants’ lies, they defended their name,
Saving space in their hearts for compassion.

It is well if your stallion has bitten the bit,
And your confident hand firmly rests on the hilt.
It is well if you know when the arrows will hit,
It is worse when they come from a corner unlit.

What is done with the scoundrels? You beat them? Alright!
Does the coven of witches bring sorrow?
Evil will be called Evil, whatever the site,
Even there, in your sunny tomorrow.

For the coward, the traitor, is always despised,
Now and always, forever and ever.
War is war, and the foe is the foe to your side,
There is only one freedom, it has to be prized,
For the dungeon is damp, and the cellar.

Time has not yet erased these ideas,
You must lift the top stratum of ground -
Then eternal emotions will cleanse us,
Gushing out like warm blood from a wound.

Unto ages of ages, forever, my friend -
For the guilt is the guilt, and the price is the price.
It is well if your honor is saved in the end,
If your comrades-in-arms can protect you in fights.

The old sagas and tales we dig up from the past
Teach us virtue and sense of the ancients.
Good is held to be Good, and it’s going to last:
In the future, the past, and the present!