I live in my father's house

I live in my father's house
I live in the house of my father's memory
I live in the memory of my father's house

It is my duty
It is my love for him
That I tell his story and the lessons I have learned

A story of stories
For my son and daughter and their children
Perhaps at the right time
They will remember to do right
And they will be saved

My good fortune
Is the effort of my father's spirit to save me
And my bad fortune
Is my evil impulse