If I could ever invite the sage priest Bimo[3] to chant
A requiem to send my soul to the heaven
While I am still alive,
If while I am still alive
I could ever return to where I came
Along the paths trodden by all my ancestors,
If I could ever fulfill all those wishes
Instead of living in reveries,
If my ancestors who are now in eternal rest
Should ever ask me what my daily routines are,
I would reply with honesty
That this is the fellow
Who loves people of all races
As well as the tender lips of young ladies
And has the habit of composing poems during the night
But has done no evil to anyone
