My brother
If you behold sun
In your eyes smiling
From the east,
Never, I say never extinguish
The fire in your hearth
Nurture it,
Stock in kindlings
The night will come
When the sun goes.
Let no one beguile you
If you have a bird at hand
Don't be deceived by the promise
Of nine in the bush.
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