O World, wake up and behold
Rivers and mountains are in tumult
Burnt forests, eroded hills, desiccated streams
Whither do the poor souls go in the end of all dreams?
O Heart, relent your sobbing
For my soul to rest in long nights
Tears dried up and I am wordless
Weeping in pain for the tormented!
O Night, please kindle your source of light
Shine the way for those humans souls in darkness
Be serene for my mind to still
And enter emptiness with the miraculous celestial melody.
O Day, stir not sudden unrests
For peace to repose in our very hearts
For human kind struggles to subside
For the true self to gloriously shine.