When earnest tears flow
Deep from Heart's Antar glow
Delve those Soul's treasure
An invisible key of pleasure
Looms, makes, Glory to bloom
Drops of tears Divine's loom
Transforms...wild, wield storm
Compose, serene and calm
Lovely Rose Glitters, smiles long
Vanishes...bestows bouquets and Solemn song!
A Mystic, Miracle Master, Mentor comes teach
Atwain! Our mundane, Thine Aura we reach.