Listen, my dear friend,
Come, labour, in the vineyard
So that when life but ended,
Thou wert, in good, reposed.

Builders as you see
Architects of a home, home to be;
When the soul doth but flee
From the flesh, across the Styx sea.

Your labour here on earth
Will be the determinant
Of your life after death,
And your karma from birth.

From earth, you build a home,
A home that will surely come
From fiction to an actualized realm;
Whether in hell or in heavenly gleam.

Pilgrims, Oh pilgrims of faith
Temptation (s) is like a bait
Beware, for this house is not seen now, but,
Only with virtues, the virtues of faith.


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