I exist due to God, and my life revolves around Him,
Stop then for a moment and reflect on His Greatness;
To pause is innocent fun, specialists of religion call you
By the ear and ascertain your weakness due to heraldry.
My life resounds in the heavens due to the one who climbs
Against the current of the watery stream, a brook of deaths.
My life dissolves like an elected element that solves my
Reality, the more I fix it to the righteousness of man.
I existed from the causes of the world, I thought over my mind,
And the puzzle of the soul was ensorcelled like magic
Of the calibre that defends you, escapes a hundred lashes.
My fruit is coming from a leaf beginning to grow,
I ought to go beyond the realistic jargon and have ardour
Enough to work alongside saintly crew, the righteous ones.
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