I feel a Trojan Horse in my heart, 
Encompassing a great batallion.
It makes my feelings to crash apart.
Oh it is such a great stallion! 
I try hopefully to endure
The pleasure of its pain, 
But at every procedure, 
My feelings crash again.
The pain is bitterly salty; 
Its wounds make me strong.
I withstand every entreaty, 
Dancing to its deafening gong
Because on this land of mine
I must ever stand fine.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    