O, how beautiful the Universe is !
Stars and the moon are bright as pearls,
they have been glittering mystically for thousands of years.
O, the invisible heaven of peace,
how the ordinary flesh can feel its existence ?

Sin has settled in the dust,
while my soul empty and the divinity a remote past.
With my burdening hatred,
how could I seek God ?
I've been asking the White Angel in the clouds:
where the kingdom of my spirit is.