To be a quest of such effortless tasks
Is to clasp the reins and be a weather
Of toil and suffering as the pains request.
The grasp of heaven and hell is more than
The grasp of this living and dying,
This life and death that overburdens the souls.
One loving thought evades the mysteries of
This right path we follow with ways mentioned
To the old men and chiefs, the very brains of society.
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