What is man?
He is the eternal reflection.
Who is the first man?
The spirit is inside you, care has arisen,
The design of a word is upon the laughing lips.
It tells you what is separate from the heart,
A long time is upon the quaking, trembling soul.
If you believe in orange, ordained hands,
If signs are strong, mighty and ornamental,
This day the strong winds have understood the pain.
It was special defeat, a specific recompense,
I have drunk from the cup of young light,
Inner peace reaches my heart like the ones
With life and existence, love and distinction.
I saw a godly emblem and was told what to say
If you know nothing in your heart
This day madness enters the fray,
Inculcating an oath of work and despair,
Feeding a frenzy of fanaticism.
If I think of you, I fall into tears,
When the memories fade, I remember you
After much thought that fades away.
If you think of me, I surrender and listen
The difference between goodness and evil shatters a soul,
Honesty seeks you, and you do not seek it, like a soul.
People favour you when loved, people are like souls,
The soul can withstand the other side, a fellowship is gained.
A boy of poisonous waters wades further and drinks copiously,
He is too poor for the books, for the reading of enlightened stories.
A book is enlightened by him, for a book is a soul of poverty,
The rich are in heaven, entering the pages of papyrus, gasping never.
From close quarters a lovely woman has deserted the field,
An endless night is spent on the return journey due to the field.
The better half of the woman is saying an act is according to an act,
It is the duty that deserves special mention, knowing the ropes of life.
Inside love is a deed, the possessor wails and agonises,
He or she flies to a spot of distress, and finally settles.
Inside this deed called love, a settlement has become an
Edge of a shape called Lustre; called also lust and lost.