The man of delight
Never faces a plight,
Destiny frequently tells
To be warned about the straits-
But the man of delight,
As being a devotee to his God,
Can wear down the fright.
To tremble in an imminence
Is merely a foolish sense,
He learns from his Lord:
Love is a fabulous trait
To jumble it with destiny and fate.
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