Delightful and delicious are the dinners they serve,
Closed as the clouds, religious as the faith of a saint;
Colossal suffering undoes you, like the lying of a demon,
Or the deceit of a devil - they sting our souls for their food.
Deeply the defects are immeasurable, for food admits us
Into the gardens of Paradise, when they attach fragrance.
Calculate the ideas of the topics to be discussed
In front of all of you, in front of the soul.
This day was a day from God, on His Throne,
Life has been won, life has been won, for all!
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