Oh lord! As a babe witnessing the bulls fight
I cry aloud in lonesome fright
Entangled in the worldly plight
My soul is crying for the divine light.

Let my soul be tuned to divine communion
In the utmost perfection, harmony and clarion
Again let me not enter a woman’s womb
Or trod the path that leads to the tomb.

Oh lord! The plight of separation is a sore
The bleeding starts at the very core.
The fire to be together intensifies
As the distance seems to be more and more.

Oh lord! The ever ringing radiance in symphony of sound
Hoping to hear the divine cadencies in hissing sound
I roamed here and there and all around
Searching in despair in sky and ground.

Oh lord! In the depths of sheaths I find
Thee in the symphony of sound
As the ringing radiance makes me spellbound
I see the symbol of Prudence around.