A flame of fire! !
The writer's ink should say the truth;
In this current age,
Like a baby weaned from the milk of the breasts.
A forgetful hearer!
Like a ram caught in the thicket by its horns;
Living,
In a rip old age.
In a dream by night,
To see camel at a well;
Bread and stew of lentils for the farmer! !
Line upon line,
Precept upon precept,
Here a little and, there a little.
Like a flower! !
Like a shadow;
Butter and milk,
With a morsel of bread to eat.
She is,
She was!
She is what she is today;
He is,
He was!
He is what he is today;
Preachers and teachers!
Peace and love,
Gentleness and Joy,
Kindness and humility,
Like fish and meat;
To age and to clarify,
Let the ink bring out the truth.
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