Translation of the Poem on the Tablet

The True Duelists

The jars sitting beside the corpse,
Would turn to sand, turn to dust –
Even gold, and jewelled swords
Would be swallowed by time –
The pharaoh's corpse without a name

Sometimes
On the battle zone of souls –
I would call up
The battle poem,
The friendship poem
Leading me back
To yesterday's land of spiritual gatherings.

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