The stars so high, it's shining bright,
The moon above is dark all night,
And the sea is quieter than ever.
The traveler, that night, left for his endeavor.

In the middle of the night, as he waited to rest,
He bows down to the soil towards the west,
Humbling himself, worshipping the Lord of the World,
Crying and submitting himself as he urged.

He lost his beloved ones in the battle long gone, and he asked,
"Oh Lord, there is no one, please tell me what is my...