I painted, I finished, I liked it.
On the canvas that is called one’s own life.
Layer upon layer had to be laid
Various subjects for the paints.

Stretched on a single frame,
They gave no other.
To strive for perfection
Oil and paints call.

Your imagination and memory are the artist’s.
Life is a calling-search-bridge.
Your quality as one pleasing to God
The last stroke will show.