Pains endure; pain not beings
This is the type of true penance.
Penance is fit for penitents
Not for him who in vain pretends.
Is it to true penitent's aid,
That others austere path avoid?
In penance lies the power to save
The friends and foil the foe and knave.
What they wish as they wish is won
Here hence by men penance is done.
Who do penance achieve their aim
Others desire-rid themselves harm.
Pure and bright gets the gold in fire;
and so the life by pain austere.
He worship wins from every soul
Who Master is by soul control.
They can even defy death
Who get by penance godly strength.
Many are poor and few are rich
For they care not for penance much.
PENANCE
