You are now like a withered leaf, the messengers of death have come near to you; you stand at the door of your departure, and you have no provision for your journey.
Make yourself an island, work hard, be wise! When your impurities are blown away, and you are free from guilt, you will enter into the heavenly world of the elect.
Your life has come to an end, you are come near to death, there is no resting place for you on the road, and you have no provision for your journey.
Make yourself an island, work hard, be wise! When your impurities are blown away, and you are free from guilt, you will not enter again into birth and decay.
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