The love of pleasure
Is inherent in all mankind:
By nature, quest for the peak
Of all pleasurable experiences.
His many attention
On acquisition of wealth,
His many attention
On acquisition of asset,
His little attention
On toiling.
Where is the attention for creativity?
Man, little eccentricity
Thou sometimes exhibit;
Much sanity,
Thou most times exhibit.
Too much toiling
Stress it brings thee,
Too much thinking
Depression it cause thee.
Little time for pleasure,
Much time for toiling,
Such is life.
Equal time for toiling
And pleasure:
The ideal life thou want:
Work hard and play hard
I guess.
Man:
Be true to thy self,
Thou are not God:
Immortality thou love,
But mortal thou hath.
Look into the mirror
And view thy reflection,
That is the true you:
You are the best friend of thy self,
You are the worst foe of thy self.
Man,
Judge thy self:
Thou are not God
But His vessel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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