See the fate that brings me to land of denial
(translation of a Sonnet written in french in Occitan Sonnet format. See original here)
20 May 2016
Do you see me at work preparing departure
Erecting my torches for a very long trip
You can now admire the pinnacle of art
In tanning all the rags into an immense sail
The departure will ring three small rounds and quarter
See prepare the waters in unfathomable wall
Mirror to see oneself, the crossing of the gap
Well stamped are now my seals of royal heritage
I pierce through the tight flanks of curtain of combat
Pale trestles of a scene where we live enemy
Shots in body thousands from the tireless soldiers
See the fate that brings me to land of denial
That makes me return to heaven of my innards
I give forth King patron God of both worlds blessed
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