Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): His Majesty
Output (English): poem 1 title his majesty the ever shin star of the great royal rock of nkongho where always you stand tall his majesty tazanu njung-efuellah you be the rise of sharon and the lily of the valley a the lily among thorn so be your love for your daughter a the apple tree among the tree of wood so be your care among your son but year quickly have go by the morning star steadily cease to rise and pierce the dense wood of tock where have your majesty be where be those glitter eye which like the lion burst through the heart of your subject where be those solemn word of wisdom which console the broken hearted and the poor in spirit have death with his cruel hand trick you away dona't tell me dona't tell me that you now rest where neither hope nor fear nor joy rekindle your spirit njung-efuellah havena't you learn no heard that from the north and west invader have engulf and wallop those hill and valley of yours your kingdom in captivity lie in the hand of aggressor day after day ceaseless spring down the chick of your subject like summer-melting snow run impotent and sluggishly your regency fail to stir fire in their heart to stir this magnificent kingdom to resist cruel current of captivity his majesty whereof the man that with u tread this soil be a napoleon emerge before the time be ripe that father comforter of ours who live in the lord that the almighty which ever reign and love one god one word one spirit to which all creation drift compensate him for a where the word of the king be there be power and who may say unto him what do thou a poem 2 title on the green hill submit atungong step by step and gently i ascend the green hill hop to step on the submit i rock twist and painfully pull upward to this spot all day long for from this point i long and i aspire to survive and to see fonki in it entirety i hope to continue so life can continue atungong what a submit the green hill submit behind at the heel of the hill and behind me lie fonki house like dish cover on table top lie still with their silver cap footpath like string wind and meander between mush-room-like hut child like soldier-ants trace the string to and fro while flog in the green vegetation faintly spot like dot on plain sheet the calm sky fill with bird float and sing happily from side to side and far at the horizon stand mount like giant with green head kiss the sky whistle sound of insect compete with lovely melody of the joyful bird a foggy cloud slide gently from on high via gigantic forest wood above oh atungong my hope you make me see fonki from end to end and the land of seven rock and beyond i toy and wail to arrive your top with kneel break and tongue run out of my mouth while fine stream burst and run down my top to toe in fatigue like a hunting dog i pursue my course to the submit my hope ala ala at the submit a i have run my course i have fight a good fight i have keep the faitha a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- by denis