The wicked will always find a way to destroy the truth; and, to destroy righteous people.
Fresh trees and old mountains!
Wet flowers and dried leaves;
The gladness of the heart is with the muse of the truth.
Unity is Great! ! !
Exhibiting peace, love and joy;
But, the fool is not ready for the works of the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem