O my dear, do not mind
Do not mind the offences
Created by the creatures here
In this material world
Full of illusion
I know all are childish
And less intelligent
O my dear, do not take
A serious view of their offences
They are in dark here
In this material world
If you wish to give them punishment
You may punish them
Only in order to right them.
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