The celestial thoughts are concentrated in your heart,
So believe in the one truly favoured by the very start.
The big ocean is the door of the soul and the body,
Huge earth mounds connect to fill the void and story.
My world is dark, your world is upright, so thank us all
For we have light at tunnels and chambers too tall.
My shaking is of the foot, my heaven is of the root,
A sentence of youth is fully cruel for I am feared by the loot.
We have life darker than the sun whose rays are ineffective,
My worse habits enlighten the old and destitute, for protective
Are the roots of my father and mother, the joiners of command,
And the enjoiners of the moral heart, the dear rules of demand.
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