Transitory, the world is transitory.
Who will like to love the transitory?
If with living and everlasting you desire to stay,
You must refuse both worlds without delay, .
Care not about worldly loss and profit,
For you have a treasure precious hidden in your vault,
That the heavens and the earth could contain not,
If you seek the truth know your origin and essence,
Seeking the truth in other is like seeking musk in an ass,
Wander not in ruined towns where the ghosts rule,
Enter the eternal garden that God had created for you
Mykoul
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