A man walked on the desert land -- when
many years have passed since the kingdom was fallen
whose double-edged sword which commanded the warrior
of the kingdom is now long forgotten;
all those snake-people without their heart
the cold-blooded who once did seize the northernland
and made a war against the rest of the world
against three free people -- that was known to many
are but now ceased to be in the people's memory
so was the memory of the kingdom's glory
and of the king and his faithful warriors
and of the king's sword by which the king
appointed his warriors; flame of the dragon,
sharpness of blood-seeking blade of Shiktol,
Star-sweeper the great tiger who jumped over the wall,
Kitalger hunters who sweared to hunt him
over the generations; from the parents to daughtersons,
heroic tales; they all became the faint legend
of the ancient time; only when the winged-wind
blows from the Golden sea were they singed
in the bard's songs; and while people listened to them
with eager ears and often with joy
not many would believe them, not even the singer,
on this land of mythless world.