Live with thy head touching in the skies;
Thou art by birth the prince of the paradise,
The stream of time is constantly flowing forward;
The flowing stream has no chance to flow back;
So mind it that the misspent time that sped...
...can in no case return;
Consider well the beauties of the paradise and the earth;
See what is more fantastic and everlasting!
Consider what is permanent, and what is ephemeral!
Should you not aspire to go back to paradise..
To win God's pleasure, and sit with those who sit...
...in his perennial presence!
MyKoul
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