A courtly appearance is along the path,
So fasten your clothes and be glad.
Hands are an offering to the criminal,
Let them be burnt by the fire they wield.
Let water and ice burden the travellers
Who really relax and exit for the aliens.
Always work by day, by night study the stars
So that aliens are uprooted by the trail.
You shall resign from fear of mastery,
Master only somewhat the enemy -
This enemy needs you as far as the eye can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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