After a long time I came and saw the created beings,
In darkness were them and in blessitude not,
So I like the being of my life, and I love.
Attend to the sick, and speak to the poor,
Wondrous species called man!
You have learnt all worrisome joke,
And attended to the poverty of the illnessed ones.
You love the attention given and like the care said,
I can do all this to their kindred and praise be to nurses
And doctors alike.
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