O death! I feared you a lot
When I was chained
In the clutches of my vice
In the tentacles of my desires
In the jaws of the worldly affairs
O death! I now fear you the least
For I am out of the chain
The clutches of my vice have weakened
The tentacles of my desires
Have lost their strength
The jaws of the worldly affairs
Have accepted their defeat
For I have fastened myself
With the knot of divinity
And death has become a joy
To meet God, The Almighty
Whom I serve wholeheartedly
Flowers and thorns seem alike
For the joy and sorrow lies
Not in the pursuance of the mortal
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