In my deep slumber,
I saw in my vision the Holy stranger,
Wearing the white and transparent cloth,
He appeared before me and blessed
To wake up my conscience and inspire me to do good for the world.
I tried but could not touch him in my dream,
As he receded farther away that time;
When I woke up, I found myself a different soul perfectly attired with good and noble feelings,
I felt ashamed of thinking about my previous times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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