Look into Pleasure in desires:
Scream of dreams, Alerts of mourning pain:
Journey between birth and death;
Relishing every birth:
Serve, Spare, Purify rusting thoughts:
Cover the ill, lay seeds of smile
Return to cycle's wheel, journey more again.
Taste, see, smell, Feel, never understood;
"I seethe to incubate lives, tear to cleanse dirt
I shape to shelter, travel to take remains
We are here, we were there, will be there
Never were we born, Never will we perish."
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