Follow the path of the elders,
The wise among us who think,
And why do you think
If you do not listen to the parents?
Their path is superb.
Thinking is the philosophy of the Youth
Who look towards the gates of happiness,
The gates that bid farewell
As many times there are people.
Think you are young and old, people,
So that love is again established.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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