I circumambulate with soul behind the clouds,To unveil life's secret where the starry shrouds;
I open wide my heart for one who would aspireTo pure existence, free from every mire;
I soared like bird that shuns all sorrow's weight,I comfort wounds and rise above grief's state;
I spread fidelity — yet reaped poison's sting,O people, we forgave a killer's wing;
My soul ascended near the realm of sin,And went to heal the wounds concealed within;
That I might spread a tenderness enduring,To banish hardship by all means assuring;
Alas, woe to weakness that increases gloom,And breeds despair within us like the tomb;
Come, let us plant the vineyard's fertile ground,To harvest fruit and sweetness of hope crowned.