There was a lake person who was cooking a fish on a hot rock.
She poked at it so much it fell into the fire and she went to bed hungry.

There was a mother who did the same, and an empress also.

The simple practitioner never regrets having spoken calmly.
She is never visited by haunting memories of when she was kind.

As the wise cook cooks her fish and does not fight with her fish,
so she acts in the face of social injustice.

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