Two eyes of the same flesh looked into the would of good and evil,
The vessel with water was taken as an essence of life,the measure of time and the choice of reflection.
Pour or take,drink in one gulp or share with someone?
Calming evil with kind patience,restoring its original purity to fill the world with kindness that can unite the desperate,giving good luck an intention .
The mischievous child defended his rights like a curious chicken who does not know the measure of satisfaction.
And the transformation of spiritual warmth into love fills the genes with self-aspiration.
Where the punishment is a whip,there are no shackles of trust,
And the strictness of communication can sometimes be a burning match ,turns a gentle child into Satan.
The endless friction of evil with good,if it doesn not turn into good it can destroy family relations as a whole .
Where is the edge that will not break the soul,will not lead the heart into a fiery trap?
Having closed,withdrawn in the soul and not knowing the joy of warmth,
one has not received a single sip of goodness will not be able to love .
And with a necklace of Vedas dotting the sky ,looking out the window and making a mind,
In dreams ,drawing a day unable to touch the Vedas of happiness,
Forever branded with sadness,and in anticipation of tender praise for himself,
He runs away no longer believes in the taste of pray.