The beauty and purity bestows peace,
In silent and secret I reside with them ever;
But to mingle in single silver soul,
I will sing like a river
Full of gushing and rushing sound of grace,
To wake my friends who sleep during dusk,
before the dust Collect them to faraway land,
to make them a garland of gust
I will fill them to joy who will join among the lion of freedom
In happy or worry moments,
my friend will find me and I bind my bond With him,
within me he resides,
who endows His Kingdom,
And in the end I blend and brace
His Hand before I mingle in His sand.
