There was a time I looked upon a small but potent star,
deciding that my leadership would take me somewhere far.
Deciding that I had but not a minute left to waste,
I packed my room inside a box and left in every haste.
I had a ways to go, and I had to walk and walk
until I ran into a man who said to stop and talk.
He spoke of men who let themselves be led by moon and star
men who trudged across this land from places very far.
Some kind of way...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem