You are meant for service,
Service of the universe,
and then the self.
Your body, your intellect
Your ego are not yours,
They belong to nature and others.
Renounce your delusion, my dear,
Consider not yourself as the doer,
You are mere process-server.
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I would like to translate this poem
Service of the universe, and then the self... nice one service to all but for self too as it is responsibility with capability