1. O you who run in every race of glory
Tossed by the winds to catch up

2. Awakening, the edges of his words glisten
Smooth, and his understanding scorches

3. No carrier of grand plans stays dormant
No one standing loftily moves a leg

4. A tortured soul still beats his days
To sorrow, and anguishes his nights in pity

5. No sooner does he walk in the morn for his quest
Than he ties up with souls a bond