The scars carved in the ribs of time,
Dripping like drops of blood into the veins of history,
Every breath poisoned by the sting of betrayal,
A distant lamp of the purest hope
Burns with an eternal radiance, piercing the darkness.

All resolutions hindered along the simple line of existence,
Deep sorrow embraces in the silence of words,
Within a moment resides a forgotten flame,
Burning like fire, a supreme turmoil in the sky of purity,
With every breath, every sigh, the final call of purity resounds.

Through the emptiness of the new moon’s depths of all consciousness float,
The erosion of time masks the pledge of inner integrity,
Truth is silently buried beneath layers of alluvial soil,
The moment turns into a state of deep emptiness,
The call for purity rises from the depths of the abyss.

Homes weeping in history—lands of war,
Humanity’s shell torn apart, the temple of the soul shattered,
Restlessness awakens in the shallow depths—wounds of time,
Beyond the boundaries of the world, the embryo of eternal truth
Answers the merciless call of purity, where the remedy of perpetual peace resides.