I am a soul that believes in oneness,
I am a believer in the stages of the spirit.
The being of the world is my hand,
And the beings are ready to understand.
One acts according to one’s history,
Dining and forcing the food into the belly.
I am a friend of the mighty talkers,
Angels will reward their good behaviour.
The work of a godly critic is a good deed,
Its form is of the godly speeches resounding
In the heads of a sane authority,
The author is a mild addict to words.
I see good fortune in the heartless,
But the heart must be fed tonight
With divine speech of words,
So that celebrations can be the command,
So that working is of the onlookers,
A reposing company of dwellers in Paradise.
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