I am one step ahead of love,
But this trumpet is not yet born;
I am one step ahead of love,
But this mind is not yet tapped;
But whosoever praises the muse must,
Also learn to love the act.
Oh life!
When your work speaks of itself,
Do not interrupt it;
Oh money!
When your love speaks of itself,
Do not interpretate it;
And like competing among peers to take a view,
For you are already known of your words and actions.
I know it when i do see one,
Of attitudes, aptitudes and altitudes!
And down to the pathway of love to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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