Do not brag my dearest one,
Pull near your reasons;
Because there is a home—
Where light draws its breath,
And the ragging voice sleeps.
Think not of the fabrics as a trophy,
The fibers will wear off;
Even the ticking watch with many twists.
Please pull your reasons together,
Because there is a home—
Clustered with bones,
Where glowing flesh fades.
Do not brag, dear you!
Do not brag!
Do not boast about the meal,
Think not the meal will not melt.
Put on your sense oh beautiful made,
Because there is a home—
Spread with silence,
Where cold wed with the lags.
Think not the gold as life
Because the gold will go;
Instead, think of grace.
Because there is a home—
Littered with dark soil,
Where rustic wooden-bed lives.