When I stretched out my hand with this letter,

There was a noble, proud of his stature.

He was young, of the essence of a hero,

Wise, awake, with a bright soul aglow.

He was a lord of wisdom and lord of shame,

He spoke well, his voice gentle, with no blame.

He asked me, what should I do for you,

So your soul may respond in words true.

To anything within my reach, I shall strive,

I will work, so no need shall I bring to anyone's side.

I held it, like a fresh apple, bright,

That from no wind would come a warning or fright.

I reached the heavens from the troubled earth below,

From the good-hearted, renowned and revered I go.

In his eyes, the same earth, silver, and gold,

A noble has found beauty and grace, untold.

The whole world before him seemed low,

He was noble and loyal, the world to show.

Such a renowned one disappeared from the gathering,

Like a tall cypress lost from the garden's offering.

I see neither his living nor his dead trace,

In the hands of sharks, men are dragged from their place.

Alas, for that belt and the circle grand,

Alas, for the glory and the king’s command.

His heart was ensnared, hopeless from him,

Shaken, like a trembling reed in the dim.

Let us recall one advice of the king,

To turn the crooked path toward justice's wing.

He said, this letter of the king,

If it pleases you, pass it to kings, and let it sing.

With this letter, I lifted my hand high,

In the name of the king, proud in the sky.