It's okay if you don't know
It's okay if you made wrong
Failure is sometimes a reason unknown and success a season to be told
Don't wonder much about the stuff of life
For now just do what's right, pray here and love there oh my friends love whoever
You will know when time comes to be gone
When your eyes are just about to close
For you know life is fond of letting go
Of bodies that will always rot
The truth not known will be shown
The mystery untold will unfold
At the end of time the stuff of life will all be known
Why sorrow and misery exist
Why the wicked prosper and few good men suffer a terrible death
And they that stand up for the right are despised
All this we will know at the end of time
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I would like to translate this poem