A ferocious warrior, a soft spoken sage,
No other man could be both in any era or age,
A servant so humble, an emperor so great,
Never has a man possessed both traits so innate, The father of orphans, the prince of a nation, Two faces in this world which have no relation, And yet, my Master, you were all of these things, Everything and more, your virtues gushing like springs, A man has only one heart, so how were you, you? How are you everything, how can you be true? I sat at the gat