Rejected, neglected, the cupbearer;
Casting longing eyes on him!
But, he is 13 years older.
An archer!
The signet,
The cord,
The staff;
Beside a well of water.
A covered face!
I couldn't find her;
Even though he was around as well,
Searching for her.
Pain and sorrow!
With the ways of life;
With the afflictions of our hearts,
In toil we shall eat from the ground.
Honour and glory!
With the joy of your heart;
Because, you've made it today.
Bath yourself always and be clean,
With love,
With peace,
For the joy of the land;
Unitl the morning light to see the muse of the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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