Less than Good
Will any good deed wash away a greater fault
If we keep our guilt within some worldly limit what is there to complain of
I might be wrong but surely the Earth is our great mother warmed by sunshine
Men wander the Earth finding living things and some not living
and all are puzzling and lack the creators lessons about existing
Man is still by no means sure and both distrustful of the commands from heaven
and therefore unable to free himself from all sadness and misfortune
If I had not been so distracted by my earthly portion indeed
perhaps you would have granted me a longer stay in your garden