My lord my king the splendour of your house has amassed to the heavens
Your young one
This boy in line to serve in a home as a shadow of your glory
Marble and gold pillars I am longing to support
Your servant a man I shall inspire and his maiden I will encourage
And your people will blossom in the year of your young one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem