My worlds are two and three and four,
My mirrors are fully formed from eternal thoughts.
A secret has appeared from chaos, as we
Learn the only wellness due to a soul.
My soul appears before many,
Forms of the body are the corpse's grazing ground.
I see an address of a heavenly place,
My worlds are too many to mention.
My gifts ride a donkey, they speak to me like attributes,
Waters drift from the vials of longevity,
Immortality seems blessed, a divine right for those
In misery of a temporary respect.
O Immortal One! Your years are strong, stronger than
The earth under the feet of your body.
You will return, you will relent and restore,
Resurrection will come and rescue the soul.
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