Disloyal friend, why do you accuse your fate,
With angry gazes and steps of vain despair?
Has Eden's blame become your troubled state?
Don't you know fortune's wheel do turn there?
If the Eden, in mercy, sees your psyche sincere,
It may grant you better than what's lost,
Thus heed, and accuse not your fate, dear.
Heaven awaits your call, its firm, steadfast.
Have you not heard the whispered voice within,
'Call upon Me, and I shall heed your prayer'?
Thankless friend, huh, why do you begin
To doubt heaven's goodness and its loving care?
Lo, hear Heaven's echo: 'If you are straight
Forward, your portion shall be ever great.'
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