You are unhappy because
You are taking everything
Your own in this material world.
In this material world
You find nothing yours
And useless all your morose.
Why are you unhappy then
When you have so many fans
When you see yourself in the den.
Try to make this den pure, my dear
And get peace here
Here He is staying your best friend
And the Philosopher who would take you
To your own home your ultimate shelter.
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