R-iver of tears runs no longer
E-arthly things are left behind;
A-n eternal bliss in heaven, the truth- seeker can find.
B-ehold the glorious abode,
E-arly twenty-fifth of May;
N-either eye will turn blind,
J-ust tread on the right way.
A-llow your soul to reach
M-ansion of joy and cheers;
I-t's a lasting happiness.
N-o more river of tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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