I rouse deep in contemplation Miesnoqiz,

of light blueness impacted by your presence,

thrust to my lazy frame, purpose to my call.

Strong memory of heart-pounding belly twisting nervousness,

shepherded by adrenaline justified by delight,

Joy to my cherished heart, without which a bitter,

parched one would lord over, dark and unwelcoming to the world.

spare me the news, let me rejoice in the glory,of a time when naivety,

my pillar and source of confidence,

as i know not a glimpse of fear nor the taste of defeat,

thus let me strive where mere’s wouldn’t,