If you lived too late the years would die,
Your mind would reason fitfully like intellect,
And the heart would burst in a thousand ways.
Do not feel like a spirit of the authorities,
Feel only wise statements of status,
Armies cannot defeat these contrivances.
If your mind is simple, years will die, an act
Will remain, due to the sword of the body,
It has a beauteous hilt and concerning blade.
Life is really a burden to the brother of will,
A powerful brother entertains the night,
His arms and legs are complex and simple.
It is achievement to believe in the opposite house,
A neighbour shall overwhelm with charity,
And the goals of the night and day overtake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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