With nothing we were sent,
Here, got too much attachment
That gradually engulfed actual business;
Dark to night we play with them.
Till the end goes on, repeatedly, the same.
Forgotten, destruction comes after laziness.
Likewise, meal with varieties of dish,
Hides the taste of rice and bread;
Daily life, such we are in trade.
Real happiness goes by, we miss.
If we forget division
Keep hearts by the air,
For the mass have a little care,
Then only, will be fulfilled His mission.
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