O life's lung, help me in my sleep
That after dawn I begin my leap
Into a pond of wishfulness and love,
The same sleep has commanded the birds.
O river's tears, help me commend
The soldiers in my waking hours.
Their life and their death are in their hands
And in ours are the pens and pencils.
O ocean's cause, help me astound
The many crowds and fall over from filling
My pockets with coins collected
From rotten hoards and clusters.
O earth's shores, repeat and help me
To search the ordinary men of this world
And their children and their wives,
For loving the light of happiness is just.
O living light, lovely discourses are present
To awaken the mood and shift the accent
So as to enlighten the few who listen,
And the few that adhere to the principles.
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