He is slow to act and is most likely to be young
Once neglected things trip, that is the road surface
Raised a sharp stone, the body after stumbling
Back and forth, almost fell
When he steadied himself, no one was around
It was getting dark, and the market-goers were still on their way
Well, he found a rock by the side of the river
Strike hard, and the stumbling block crumbles
He kept the trifling matter to himself
To no one, and all his life
To save people, to help the poor, to plead the wrong of others
Radiant afterwards, auspicious, happy!
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