Our souls deceive us; with incensed crossfire hurricane.
Thy constant belief gets adored,
Contrariwise my soul shudders.
I immolate my spirit along with the belief,
I bestow the will to the Lord: The Breaker of all chains . .
The immaculate hymn of a dynamic monk_
Emancipates me oftentimes,
The vortex of my mind never let me
be uncommitted_
Despite a splendiferous incandescent
Translocates me from the untamed pain to ecstasy.