O poet, light the lamp,
Light the lamp of love and truth.
Remember, the poet,
The poet is here and here for all.
O poet, you are the only victorious
As you know all, and all know you.
See, the poet is practicing,
Practicing death for happiness and peace.
Remember, death is here always,
And that is here and washing your sins.
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