Seven times have I despised my soul

The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
For the first time, when it was motivated, it was humbly;

The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The second time, when it is empty, it is filled with love.

The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
For the third time, it was easy to choose between difficulty and ease;

The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
For the fourth time, it made a mistake, but comforted itself by making mistakes.

The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
For the fifth time, it is free and weak, but it is considered to be the tenacity of life;

The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
For the sixth time, when it slandered an ugly face, it didn’t know that it was one of the masks of its own;

And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue。
For the seventh time, it was sideways in the sludge of life, but although it was not reconciled, it was timid.

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