I follow your footsteps 'til I can't endure
Then I get on my feet and follow you more.
The glint of my eyes increase when you're here;
I await your return when you disappear.
I'm your humble disciple, your servant, your friend.
I get up and fight when you lend me your hand.
The leaves so hazel go dance then gather
Whenever the world hears me calling you, Master.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem and rhyming too