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.
