Immense happiness, in short beckons is
After the bitter turn.
The luck that is shown, so serene,
Explains in his hands, gentle affection
The life complete now promises,
Remove this being a severe thorn
The wind still poisons the past,
But in your love, I nuzzling.
I was in rags, the fire burning
And of these has been emerging a clear mantle.
Occasionally a fear still insists,
But when in becalmed I have love singing
Funereal storms are gone,
The light that is libertarian, so it emerges.