The time will come and now it is
Dispose your fear, the feet you kiss
Perform the ritual to progress
This is advancement, your success
Refuse your feeble knock knee dance
Complete your maneful lion prance
It is your victory, your war dance
Thus saith the poet whose ink you glance
The one'll come whose head, anointed
Proclaim the same, the Gods appoint
For tis is he whose step, you need
He is the one, you people's lead
Believe it or no, it is he
The same we pray for; god bless we
To prosper us, to make us see
To give us victory, make us glee
The little child that play, sat,
Before our eyes that cried, laugh't,
Tis he that also will at last,
Proclaim our right when lotfull cast.
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I would like to translate this poem
Awesome and tricky with the words. Blessed thou art gunman of words