I walked in the valley
As the rising dawn spoke
The secret of eternity
And there a brook on its course
Was singing, calling and saying;
Life is not only merriment;
Life is desire and determination
Wisdom is not in words
Greatness is not in exalted position;
Greatness is for he who refuses position.
A man is not noble through ancestry;
How many noblemen are
Decedents of murderers?
Not everyone in chain is subdued;
At times, a chain is greater than a necklace.
Paradise is not in repentance;
Paradise is in the pure heart.
Hell is not in torture;
Hell is an empty heart.
Riches are not in money along;
How many wanderers were the riches of all men?
Not all the poor are scorned;
The wealth of the world
Is in a loaf of bread and a cloak.
Beauty is not in the face;
Beauty is the light in the heart.
Perfection is not for the pure of soul;
There may be virtue in sin.
This is what the brook sang
Was some of the secrets of the sea.
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