From strange lands and stranger speech,
A man came riding in to preach,
He taught of morals, old and new,
And talked of things we’d thought untrue.
The man was stout, and brave as well,
His voice an odd, outlandish knell,
And in the light of summer’s heat,
He finished up, his words complete.
He left all cloaked in darkened night,
With shoulders back, and out of sight,
His lessons made us better men,
But no one knew who he was, then.
When I questioned others, too,
None had heard or seen him through,
None were trained, and none had heard,
It seemed just I had caught his word…
End.
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I would like to translate this poem
impressive! i can almost imagine this hero who he is.