Peace be upon to shaken mothers.
May heavenly peace fall upon those in agony,
those buried in hell, looking above with despair.
Peace be upon the man I scolded,
whom I mistakenly forgot was my brother.
He too looks at empty skies, and thinks,
`may peace fall upon me'.
I see how my joy is fragile.
I fade away more every time I am separated from it.
May it be an unshakable beam of light!
on which I will rest forever.
Separated from joy, I know one day that will be no more.
For bliss pervades my body more and more.
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