He came to us in summer heat,
from which he is imbued.
Good Pyroflames does not retreat;
it's shade that he's subdued!
He scorned the evil Mupa's deeds;
he's trained in seeking treasure.
Consult the Chongun whom he leads -
he's kind beyond their measure.
Often crowned by sunny shades
he needs in paradise,
he's skilled to smith the finest blades,
though Shinsho will suffice.
Soon he'll be a Samurang;
the glory that he'll know,
comes from ancient songs they sang
and legends that he'll grow.