You must oppose me if I don't believe in God,
Too many drops fill the ocean as we speak,
Too many waves have struck the shores of your
Territory, for they rumble and concentrate for Him.
Where is the light or lamp? When does my heart hear?
The message beckons us with its lovely stresses,
A complete road to tread, a fortunate heart has blinked,
Why do tears run viscous as the rain bears down on Us?
I am in God's name a regretter, a pourer of souls,
Not poor soul, not powerful will, never dying breed.
It is my life stating its purpose, worshipping the Almighty
With vigour and rigour, like a friend of a leader.
Sell and buy, buy and sell, little are harmonies of the coins,
Clinking and diving into coffins awaiting your deaths.
The market-place is alive to the sounds of the soul,
One has been a far road, a father that reproduces.
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