M-an's life is too short,
A-s it's likened to a vapor;
R-emain worthy before God,
Y-ou will receive sacred favor.
R-eap what you have planted,
O-n the twenty-ninth of June;
S-ow the seeds of love,
E-ach must be in tune.
R-efrain from doing evil,
E-vade the endless sorrow;
Y-ou will harvest the fruits of
E-very seed you
S-ow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem