Could you deny bards are immortal?

Who shall prevail and triumph over time?

A drop of water that enters oyster

Transforms into a valuable pearl.

So is their cadence of eternal lines

Worthy of the mind and soul?

When Time devours and doth decay humanity,

Bards are coronated with permanence.

Neither inscriptions nor monuments chiseled,

Their works remain an enduring oracle.

Wavering waves, brandishing winds, nor invocation,

Their skills remain invisibly invincible.

As a bard, I am eternal and never perish;

In no state do I die.