The generation of fears and hopes,
Great expectations projected in their thoughts.
How perceptional the fututre is predicted to be as cheerful as stars,
Such wonders of illusions, so trusting the unknown while knowledge is absence.
Is it faith that we turn to mistake disaster ahead of us as blossoms,
Or we are just naive by natural surroundings?
I tenderly express the mindful anonymous contemplations of deities,
From the main day creation began to proceed its sequence.
To the phase the consecrated life-force derived from the enormous paradise.
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