Every moment from this journey, a traveler departs,
In the footsteps of brave men, a warrior's heart.
The battlefield won't empty, though from the warriors,
Sometimes a heart is torn, sometimes a head is lowered.

The window of victory and danger won't close, even if by fate,
An arrow towards destiny does precipitate.
The path of hope isn't closed, though hope may have fled,
The root remains in place, even if the leaves are shed.

The garden won't be left to crows, even with pain and scar,
From the birds of the garden, a melodious song does spar.
The radiance of our sun, the world has inscribed,
A flame to the world it sends, as a spark does glide.

In the journey of life, coming and going is our task,
As a son arrives, a father does pass.
The path of hope remains, the fervor of freedom rises,
Though from the famous ones, a famed one often flies.

Tell the artless ones, the treasure of art is ours,
Though from the realm of art, an artist often departs.
The hem of the sea of love, as long as it nurtures pearls,
What fear do the pearl divers have, if a gem departs?

As long as the God of the world, is the protector of this nation,
Every glance that arrives, a hundred dangers depart.
The path of hope isn't closed, though hope may have fled,
The root remains in place, even if the leaves are shed.