I know my name more than gold,
Its lustre is the same as training,
My fall is a slumber of the side,
My fainting is for the cumbersome,
And I do not want to fall too deeply.
I ask you for the direction of change,
Falling into hard hearts is a calamity,
Atrocities have enhanced my display,
But their lustre is of gold and its purpose,
The golden master of the golden bravery.
My names are echoed due to swords,
The spears of the windy east are strong,
My names appear due to godly men,
The men of understanding who see nights;
The night is a perfect entity for the brave.
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