Open the door to faithful men and women,
Their doors are a fountain for the young and old;
Open your house of training, in the life-arts,
Fastening the soul onto the divine board
That spins and rotates in certain directions.
The door to faithful people is wide and ample,
Treasure is stored underneath the feet;
Enter then this garden of truth, a worthwhile
Pursuit, a worthy disputation is afoot.
The general air surmounts and overcomes.
My faith is enough to overpower the tonsils,
A loud hearing is donated to the souls around,
My act is my action of the old respect and juice;
This orange is taken from the garden of heaven,
Its glow is more than the sun or any star in the sky.
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