My hourly battles are only with you
Only with you is my truce
It is to sculpt your statue that I have
Crumbled myself like stone.

We’re playing a game of chess to be ruined
Yet peace is the objective
In the bow and arrow of aggression
Burns the solar force of forgiveness

When my tears flow for your death
You’re a lotus of elation
When my death tears you apart
I’m a bugle of war

Even when we die every hour
Reddened by feathers of flame
Making up for each other’s bankruptcy
We earn our wisdom

[ Original: Tomaaree Shawngey ]