Hear me well my son
Let my words be on your left palm
So not to go with mouthful consumption
My son,
Rebuild your faith
This journey you are to embark
Is likely to be that of fate
My son,
Binding tightly your trouser rope
So that it won't fall along the lane
For your hand may caught no leisure again
My son,
Eat now as your stomach can contain
For there may be no food for long
Though this my words may rule
My son,
These...