Never let the fire,
inside of you,
die out in vain;
Even if you've to starve,
what can hunger do?
There's a hidden mystery in you.
Indeed, it's hard to bring,
infinite in finite,
but the cosmos,
broke beneath you;
What can mortals do?
When you're with Divine,
and Divine with you,
Cause death hath no power,
over thee.
He who rules,
Heavens and Earth, often laughs,
and I, look and smile back.
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