By Your sweet and
Polite words, my dear
Let me gratified
My poems.
Let me fixed
My thought here
With the advice
Of my preceptors.
Let me not closed
My eyes and ears
Let me arise and awake
Always here.
For all out welfare of the world
Let me proceed with my poems upwards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem