Lance, dance, trance, stance!
The attendance;
The hawk sours and stretches its wings towards the south! !
But, i am facing the odds of love and life today;
Behold i am nothing before you!
Only to write out my mind to the World;
Able to teach the World with the muse of my works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem