A stroll in Hashan like any other
What a scary thing, to make a blunder
A dove, a knight, a dragon are there
And here I get quite a scare
Attacked to sleep, chilled to the bone
I try to wake but cannot even groan!
I'm frightened, and struggle, and yell help!
For I need ginseng, blissing, and a peice of kelp
I'm so scared at this time, my life is not mine
I cannot flee, no one is there to help me

Then, suddenly, out of the blue
I am rescued, it is true!
And healed to a degree
As wasps stab him and me
So then I am free
For the time being
Ah, these creatures attack
That is a fact
So beware of them all
If you value your life, big or small!

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Lupar, in the year 465 AF.