A lover, a fighter and a writer sat in a pub
and discussed their personal legacies
each thought that they would be spoken about
long after they went through the veil
The warrior proclaimed he would be talked about
for all his heroic deeds
he said that tales would be sung
about every battle he fought in
and all the nameless enemies he had killed
The lover said he would be remembered
for all of his romantic conquests
shows would be staged in his honour
played by the greatest actors of the age
The writer smiled at his companions
informing them politely they were wrong
as people like him can write the tributes
but the characters names could easily be forgotten
The other two were a little annoyed
but could not compete with his skill with words
as long as humanity exists on the earth
the most famous of his writings could be heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem