All we crave for now or later
will come
And we must sow something
but not reap another
Our time is short
for all our cravings and lust
to fully manifest
No one can rewind the lost interval
squandered on our cravings and lust
And to gain all that is lost
Is to go through the hearth and burn our sins off
and so purify our souls
This is how what we list here
Will be gained beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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