
Fused with the perks of clanging shouts
Filtered in the mighty net of frenetic cheers
Found beneath the ground of pondering souls
The words dwell within the earthen vessels
written by young man who witnessed the past
in the rumblings of history nigh and far
'Tis he wrote:
"Who? they asked
You. Yes, You.
Recall the wisdom of the sages!
How futile is the passionate yearning
when the heart disposed not unto the light
Here lies the paradox of freedom
May your heart not be lulled by fraud riches
But no matter happened, with open hand
embrace whoever visit you
rejoice and share
since the poor are blessed as they keep longing;
and leave themselves bare of artificial comfort
so that they might bathe with angelic myrrh
Expect nothing, lest illusion deceived you
as beautiful souls pursue no pleasure
they warble some strange mourn
No fake things satiate them
In due time, both pain and gain
they keep that ancient melodies on their lips
Charming free souls are so gentle
By their immensely luring gaze
they strike enemies to their knees
the words they articulate are full of grace
Even slight moves that they have radiates power
Since the Truth is their only desire
Thus they expose themselves to the mercy of Light
They are like sheep among the wolves
So gentle, so mighty in meekness
Free of excessive cares, they look after their kin
Mercy unfolds from the very edge of their breath
Thus they bring forth peace inside out
The children of the night are so jealous of them
They tried to devour and swallow them
with all their might, they stoned the fair flock
But there the astonishing things appear
These radiant souls resist them not
Their total trust on Victory
Free them of fear and shame
On going down, they ascend
Ever Sober, Ever Victorious and Ever Rejoice!
Be like these beautiful souls
That your head
be anointed with Fragrance of Freedom
and your cup overflows with Life."