1. Those who prepared to meet you
O house, who finds your affection sweet

2. The planters on the road, their poisons
The wounders, roses with thorns

3. Why should I care if when I say peace, their birds
Above the heads, confuse them with my confusion?!

4. With their plotting and my consciousness, I exceeded a step
So they urged the soil on the edge of your vision

5. For arrogance, clouds frequented
By those swimming at the peak of the galaxies

6. And the humility is fragile and delicate
They scramble for the sobbing echo

7. The prisoner lived with his devoted mind
When it seized his arrogant time

8. He was thrown free into the abyss of his oblivion
Who was not brought near the issue of realization!