Knowledge is deep as a deep sea;
It has many springs which are free.
Mind plays in the field of knowledge;
Man is naught, untaught in college.
The field of knowledge is too vast;
The time is short and running fast.
The tree of knowledge is too high;
It grows up and touches the sky.
It is foolish to waste your time;
Thus your life cannot be sublime.
In case your time you waste and miss,
You’ll later find yourselves amiss.
Find out knowledge, leaving your rest;
This is the way they call it best.
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