Is life not a curse?
And who are we to counteract?
Is life a curse?
And how can we withdraw ourselves?
Life brings nothing but trouble.
Is it true?
Oh, we are living with useless
Speculation and mental concoction.
O life, still, I see nectar in you,
You are so beautiful like full moon night.
Life in words and in movements, the smile, and the love,
All unalloyed and belong to the people and all the truth.
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