The world is but a safe place
And of no tears and bruises

When each of the mortals
Is a shadow of the Heaven
And a lover of his land
Of his seas
Of his trees

When the volcanoes do not wrath
Or the earth never shakes
Or the skies refuse to be eaten by darkness
And roars of the clouds

When the sins are never born

When the flesh is pleasured by love
Not by the lust and untrue

When the tongues never lie
And eyes never judge

When the stars don't die

When the ghosts don't grudge

When the people
Is the limbs graciously sway
With the flow of rhythms

When golds and diamonds
Are nothing but stones
Than the worth of a living

When breads and rice
Are for all who starves

When the ground of a lady
And that of a man
Are perfect and even

When supremacy is not a maiden
A beauty and violent
That the bloods would woo

When the crowns and the straw hats
Are woven alike

When there is nothing to be cleansed
Like a sickness
Or a taint
Or a fear

The world is but a safe place
When all the dreams can live