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How can you say

earth should give me joy? Each thing

born is my burden; I cannot succeed

with all of you.

And you would like to dictate to me,

you would like to tell me

who among you is most valuable,

who most resembles me.

And you hold up as an example

the pure life, the detachment

you struggle to achieve —

How can you understand me

when you cannot understand yourselves?

Your memory is not

powerful enough, it will not

reach back far enough —

Never forget you are my children.

You are not suffering because you touched each other

but because you were born,

because you required life

separate from me.