No needs to quarrel
No needs to store well.
We are stranger
And we are under nature.
No needs to become a sun
But it is necessary
To be a man of knowledge
And bright like the sun.
Allow not death
To overpower you, my dear,
By dint of your own good health,
Selfless service to others,
Staying always in truth
And by loving all.
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