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Long is the night to the awaken one

Really long...

Long are the miles to the tired...

Really long is the walk.

Long is the cycle of birth and death

To a fool who does not know the true path.

The fool who knows his folly is almost wise

The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.

Wrong action, like newly drawn milk, does not turn soon.

Smoldering, like fire covered by ashes,

It follows the fool.

When the wrong action becomes known

Turns to sorrow and

Destroys one's brightness and splits the head of...

The fool who knows his folly is almost wise

The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.

Increase desire and pride are wishes of the fool

These sons belong to me, and this wealth belongs to me

With such thoughts a fool tormented

One does not belong to oneself

How much less sons and wealth

The fool who knows his folly is almost wise

The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.