The deadly notion underneath the story is complete,
For the learning of offerings defiantly admits distaste;
One single fever is about in the mind of the storyteller,
Searching for rigors and vigor, a vulgar duo.
One story leads to tales of holdings and righteous acts,
Very imaginary, very patient and dangerous indeed.
Let anyone even be clocks and weather understood,
Liking the reading of a thousand letters that shine.
My encouraging remarks should attract
And retell the actions of the older folk in this fairyland.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem