Enter your house when it is raining,
Use the chairs and everything, just use everything,
So that mixing with furniture is a pleasure,
May the household not mind, nor may the chief be unkind.
A little man has arrived one day on a sunny day,
A son of mine; he wears smiles and laughter, and many tears,
Life concerns him in its entirety, full is life,
For his own being is indisputable
Like the natural weather of the days of these years.
Called by his parents the eternal joy,
He mattered to them, he mattered to their heads and hearts,
Much like a perfect truth.
Entering your house is like leaving this world
And all its worries, for justice is about
Bettering the abode like cleaning the teeth.
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