Nogi

Great soldier of the fighting clan,

Across Port Arthur's frowning face of stone

You drew the battle sword of old Japan,

And struck the White Tsar from his Asian throne.

Once more the samurai sword

Struck to the carved hilt in your loyal hand,

That not alone your heaven-descended lord

Should meanly wander in the spirit land.

Your own proud way, O eastern star,

Grandly at last you followed. Out it leads

To that high heaven where all the heroes are,

Lovers of death for causes and for creeds.