Some want money
some want toys
some want women
some want boys
some want food
some want sex
some want islands
some cut and dissect
me, me, me, me, mine, myself,
me, I, mine andme
all inward flows
the source of disease
Give all and more
and when gone you're free! ! ! !
And you'll never run out
but live abundantly!
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I would like to translate this poem
endless demand and want makes the mind of human life unstable and unpeaceful!