Humans feel sorry for you when sick,
I perceive the weakness in your heart.
Humanity spreads humour when sick,
Your patience is accepted by the people.
A humane leader presides over the people
When inwardly strong, and outwardly brave.
Humans feel sorry for his illness and death,
The honour of a man is in leading his own people
To life and power, whenever in power.
Death comes to the sick when it is night,
Dead are those sitting in the palace of heaven.
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