I have come here from a place without limits,
Inhabited by the eternal Truth;
I am striving to come out of wilderness and,
Go back to inhabit in that eternal abode;
Sometimes I climb the peak of Illiyeen;
Sometimes I play in the Downworld of Saafileen;
But most of the time I relax in peace,
And speak of neither profit nor loss;
Even if the world became a grove of gold trees,
It wouldn't mean a fig for me;
Cause who can live on gold?
MyKoul
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