I pray that God grants gold to some people.
I hope they become very rich.
So rich that they forget me.
Their reward is gold;
my reward is a life without them.
May their eyes be blinded by gold
so that they can no longer see me.
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Prayer
Beneath the sky,
may the hand of heaven grant you
the most beautiful gifts.
May rivers of gold fill your lands,
and may laughter
crown your days
with light.
May your families be like gardens
that bloom in spring,
protecting you through the night
with their warm embraces.
May peace take root
in your hearts,
until jealousy turns to dust
and fades away—
and all the hatred
you once carried
is scattered away
by gentle winds.
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