The virtue is to trust
To have faith in the face of strain...

When I search for motives
To my thoughts and dreams...

The sun casts its fierce eye
On the swarthy lad...

Mosquitoes have endured long
Biting people...

The voyagers beheld the sky intently
'Will it rain...

Calls in the moon
With thoughts of desired love...

My little brother,
I sympathize...

They thought I was a thief too
Get those handcuffs jiffily...

Struggles with pain
And disappointment are killing...

A spear
Long...

Till dusk tomorrow
You play your lute...

Dictatorial bombast preaching
Revolution...