If you see the knowing soul from the divine one,
One gains lunch and dinner and breakfast,
And one trusts he has heavenly banquets,
And one knows you like his heart,
As if your heart did beat in time with the Earth.
Like the moon in its shining splendour,
The heart has gained a prism for the whole mother.
The forgetful believer is her son,
Her son and daughter shall remember her.
Then finally a death occurs above the night of arrows,
When the eve of the battles of Hell collides and destroys
The souls of children, the souls of devils, and the peace of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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