Roll up your clay path
As you will need it
To mold a new life
As you travel into these astral plains
One night of pleasant dreams
Is worth a thousand nightmares
So rest your weary eyes
For your journey is about to begin
Roll up your sleeves
The proverbial mountain is steep
And the valley is a dark bastion
Pray that wisdom out duels anarchy
And in your palm falls the answers to all providence
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I would like to translate this poem
roll up ur clay path...this poem is a journey to heaven. beautiful write!