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It grieves me to think of you in the past —

Look at you, blindly clinging to earth

as though it were the vineyards of heaven

while the fields go up in flames around you —

Ah, little ones, how unsubtle you are:

it is at once the gift and the torment.

If what you fear in death

is punishment beyond this, you need not

fear death:

how many times must I destroy my own creation

to teach you

this is your punishment:

with one gesture I established you

in time and in paradise.