When obstacles appear,
Wake us up from our sleep, twist the mind moment by moment,
Shake the body moment by moment.
Only by keeping us towards the path,
We go only after waking us up.
Vatika and forest are not the same,
Rest and battle are not the same.
The rain, the darkness, the turmoil are unbroken,
The means of virility are fierce.
Flower blooms in the forest,
Shawls are not found in the gardens.
Cancers whose sage gives sweetness,
Shade gives only amber,
Calamities feed milk,
Lullabies give storms.
Only those who burn in the lacquer house
Overcome adversity,
My teen! my fresh!
Let the juice of life be filtered,
Let the body become a stone.
You yourself are fearful,
What can spark do?
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