Play mae, auld moorlan wise,
Wi' thy martial Steel Lyre,
The enraged Sound of the Thunder,
While ah shall be, again,
In nae unworthy mare,
Wi' Targe Shield and Dagger,
Rising nae fellow-mortal,
Amid thoosan deadly onslaughts,
Ironclad frae the Fire!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, H. V. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.