WORDS OF THE POET

‘The cups of the wicked will never be empty of the Creator's wrath;

They will be like ashes during wind blow;

The direction of their ways will never lead them out of the pit;’

These are the prayers of the poet.

Be still that you don't walk in the direction of the wicked,

For it path leads to the journey of no return,

As no one knows the beginning of the earth, so they can't tell their ways,

These are the words of the writer.

Days are never without time, so does every work has payment,

The river won't dry up if the rain didn't cease,

This is the drama of the wise.