Chancy is its nature.
Fragrance is a blossom rose,
Stalk of thorny twigs.
Pleasant is the shiny sun.
Nature to dry water.
A friend who loved so deeply,
Hurts thy soul more than a hostile.
No wonder, the plus carries minus.
I recall not, to prevent injuries.
But nature calls, so tears flow.
As to wipe the black pupil,
With the precious liquid,
That springs from the root of
Heart Mountain.
Just as rain nourishes the flora,
Which make fauna survive.
They turn into streams over cheeks.
Nurturing emotion, feeling, honesty, soul,
Mind for honest saying
My son if you could reap
That which you sowed not,
You could be accused of stealing.
A companion is what you seek,
Be wealth living in this world,
Like enemy like friend,
Is the sagacious eye and act,
Live on learning,
Bear no grudges within your soul.
Hatred and love springs from
One field, pure field, fertile field,
See its nature abandon the effects
Forgive and forget
So your bones will grow
Your heart will be liberated
You flesh ever young will remain.
Live humanly but act as a sage.
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