With His will,
You would accept me,
With His will,
You would reject,
The two are the same,
The head and tail,
Of the same game.
The good flatters me,
The evil makes conscious,
In those two, I see His touch.
Let me welcome,
What ever comes,
For I am a servant,
To carry out His order,
And I must remain there,
Whether in country,
Or beyond the border
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