Silently furbishing an interior palace of contemplation,
never turning it into anything else so hope and faith
can always be burning brightly without failing.
Stationed within a peace, blossoming like a rose, power-
fully scenting requisites of love along the way.
Apprehending the holiness of spirits within and keeping
them safe always.
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I would like to translate this poem