O! sweet heart! you must not be scared by grief.
Yearnings lie in the heart, so fill up the wounds.
Knowing naught: when you'll drift to dry leaf
Raise and resist go against the rough winds.
Like the young kids, sing life's sweet song
Gain wisdom as you might face tough skins.
In life's race, and go on singing the lute song.
Sweet heart! shake your inner impulses. you
May become more wise and too strong
From caverns and potholes, a winner emerges.
Sweet heart, you must not be scared by grief.
Aside from this world, there are other worlds;
View them all, beyond the stars, and down the seas
You've been brought for a great purpose to lead off
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