To the desires of the skies, I do submit
To these, I do show obedience
For, what am I, if not a mere particle
Having sprung from their power
Yes, the same power strung with subtlety
All the way through
The same power aiming solely to test us
To decide if we do deserve forgiveness
Or if we should be loaded with more punishment!
Pray, towards my own self, comes my rightful duty
Towards my own kin, comes my filial duty
But towards the skies, comes my foremost duty
Yes, in front of these, I do bend, hold out my palms
Ready to accept instructions and to adhere, even if
I shall be deemed as being different from the rest!
Why, connected am I to these skies,
With my essence emanating from their splendor
And my whole microcosm being made as their replica
Pray, life on Earth pricks me, so much
That ready am I to do anything which would allow me
A glimpse of the stairs leading up the skies’ gates!
Pray, feel you not the mysticism surrounding us all
Feel you not it, feel you not how it invades us all
Why, I shall let it guide me
To act as per the skies’ wishes
So that, someday, when the veil of ignorance shall be lifted
From my blinded gaze
I shall be fully confident
To be rewarded
For having acted accordingly!