THE CANDLE
I can see a beautiful candle
Standing on a long handle
As white as snow and beautiful as Helen
And it is so long that its head can touch heaven
When it was lit, it overcame darkness
As a soldier overcomes his enemy’s madness
Oh! How quick is this candle reducing?
Though increasing the light it is producing
People in the room rejoice under the light
Saying, “Oh! How bright,”
The candle finishes and sees, a great doom
And darkness comes again into the room
And everyone starts to blame
The candle that has finished because of the flame
So is it in life, when rich became poor?
He is disrespected and blamed by all.
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