Emotions of loving the orphans don't thaw,
Like the blood they keep circulating in me;
O God, I'm blessed to love their frayed life,
Prostrations of mine to let them flow freely!

O wretched, don't worry, don't cry in silence,
Everything here is under the big microscope
Of Him, and He won't leave you alone to drown
Like a child that struggles to hold any rope!

My hands, my food, my shelter, my prayers
For you, o my lovely friends, my sweet music,
Play your happy songs, play your old rhymes
Life is blossoms if cared, caressed, then silk!