Friend, who that strain on to
broaden the personal part
Remember a bit
What in your person is 'that great'?
The path leading you, starkly murky
The journey abounds to the realm of Doom
The iota of power and force lead you my friend
Crab you are just a crab!
A burden of shame to the children of the Land
Your lore is heard
Lore of the crab.
The dream you had burdened with sorrows you gave me
My self-killing, for that I reached
This sea-shore unnoticed
A way farer unknown...
Waited to do that task when men retire,
To become the pearl of your fulfilled dream.
Seated there one, leaving nowhere
To hinder my 'auspicious task'!
Nearby a fine-woven reed basket lay
And a numberof crabs within.
they are striving to get the basket enthused.
grasping fastone pulls the
leg of the one who is ahead,
On the back of the one who was pulled down
Yet one does mout on aho!
Yet one that bites and drags his legs anon.
The action proceeds...
They are striving to get off the basket enthused...!
Known all, my friend, your self
You are crab, just a crab
Let us swim together by plunging in whirls and swirls.
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