There will be forgotten no debt,
It'll be charged in the life to come
And until you are here, pay,
That the way to there was not barred,
You can not have forgotten debts
Only get unexpected troubles,
No thunderstorms - without clouds...
After all the storms - Vedas came.
Stay with your people, not with purse,
And do not run nowhere from troubles
Share with people your kindest soul
And You'll be in peace - you and your family.
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