I
Tell me what is good?
If the essence of peace we've seen, and pain we've witnessed.
Yet we couldn't sense the truth in the lies of men.
What is the good?
If all we do is to view the world with a troubled eyes,
Even when all is perfect, and despite be fruitful and multiply,
The side of reproduction by birth, goes the end by death.
II
Tell me the good in a mutual lover's breath,
If their errors are not acclaimed?
Or should we be less concerned over it?
Even if it's as a result of our passings
But what will be the result of our carefreeness,
If the fire of fear keeps burning bright?
III
Show me the essence of...