1. Life's purpose remains,
A bell in its caravan unbidden rings,

2. A secret life students harbor,
With hope concealed at its source springs,

3. Revive in your heart this hope,
Do not let your clay a neglected grave bespoil,

4. With it the heart throbs in breasts,
It is in your breast a polishing mirror,

5. It gives the earth wings to ascend,
And for Moses' mind green guidance to lend,

6. Only the hopeful heart lives,
And if alive, falsehood dies,

7. When aware of the creation of purpose,
It rises above its downfalls and decays,

8. The hope of being a flaming spark,
Or the wave that does not rest at mark,

9. And the purpose's thread is the rope of hope,
It is the thread of the book of deed,

10. The death of the living is losing hope,
Lacking air extinguishes the flame's slope,

11. How in us eyes have appeared,
The pleasure of sight in us materialized,

12. From the purpose of wandering, the foot of the partridge,
From the purpose of singing, the throat of the nightingale,

13. Alive is the flute that remote from the forest went,
Unleashing the melody from its bindings sent,

14. That mind which the universe folded,
And you see the miracle in it uphold,

15. The origin of life is but hope,
And so is the mind thereof born and took,

16. Whatever system in people and traditions,
Whatever renewal seen in science and arts span,

17. A hope of strength in it prevails,
With the heart's liberation visions and scenes regales,

18. All we possess of these senses,
Every organ in it, for life seeks pretenses,

19. Every thought, imagination and consideration,
Every perception, feeling and meditation,

20. Are the mechanisms of the striving life,
When it passes through its chaos and strife,

21. Not the purpose of science and arts is thought,
Not the purpose of the meadow are the flowers it has brought,

22. Rather science is life's immunity,
It is for the being, deliverance's ability,

23. For life, science and arts are service and care,
For life, science and arts are cover and wear,

24. Ignorant of life's secret, strive,
And persist intoxicated with purpose's wine,

25. A purpose is like the dawn in its lights,
Incinerating all crooked in its flames' might,

26. A purpose transcending the horizons of the sky,
Capturing the heart with its beauty and high,

27. In it revolution and turmoil,
And on falsehood, a war it fuels,

28. We are alive by nurturing hope,
We are in its light, this torch slope,