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The day I did not know
My true mind —
Now I am awakened from ignorance
And am going through the forest.

Transgressors hiding in the bushes,
You can turn your merits to save others.
If I'm stabbed to death,
Then a good day will dawn.

Ah, such a meager good deed
Cannot build a lofty edifice.
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