The one who had no shelter found refuge in God;

A ruined heart became a home of grace and love.

Though the night of sorrow spread its tent upon the soul,

The dawn of hope arrived, and all the world awakened.

Whoever left the prison of the self reached Your vast sea;

A lonely drop, through love, became pure crystal light.

Though my hands are empty, I have nothing left to fear;

Whoever turned to You became richer than the world.

Though the wounds within my heart are fresh as spring itself,

By Your breath, each thorn has blossomed into a fragrant flower.

I do not fear the storm, for You are both my ship and guiding love;

Whoever trusted this great sea was freed from worldly grief.

If a weary traveler rests beneath the night of exile,

Let them whisper Your name, and dawn will become their compass.

Neither gold nor power, nor the glory of passing years shall remain;

Only a heart made pure, and a soul devoted to God, endures.

This is the journey's end: when the heart becomes His dwelling;

Whoever lost themselves upon this path found God at last.