Universal Favors
All these sticks of incenses lit in the urns in the Buddhist temple,
The prayers to the Gods,
All the favors to heaven asking,
Would dissuade the bad fortunes from the bad breaks,
These lucky charms from the heart of a Chinaman, any of the lucid thinking man,
Instructs you that whatever religions you are born into, the genuflections, the sign of thecross,
The prostrate kneeling,
The same kind of feeble individual being with of reverence, are asking the same kinds for universal favors.
Towards same kinds aslove in in these heartless domain,
The same as faith in these world lacking,
And tonight in my dreams of centuries, desire,
We may have the luck with the edges.
The luck with the worlds favors.
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