The volcanoes of your conceit erupted
Although lava ablazed me
Adversity smitted me with frostbite
The magnets of your all- pervasive nature sharpened
I was a needle in a haystack
Although winds blew me off loose
Generosity smitted me to stay aloof
My visage shows nuances from the heart
And you're skilful artist enough
To show my countenances from your brain
You might now be a herd-robber
But I precisely must be a phantom..

At the time I laid my hands on the soil,
The sky had darken,
For God had turned away from me,
I thought my enemy was smitted,

But no the veil still remained,
I never refrain,
I always cry out,
But don’t worry the 9th hour will always free me...