As the dashing passion heaves back and forth
Confound with transitory absurdities mocking them with ease,
So do our light dwindles to naught orchestrated by time then I sigh
A groan of life devoid of spirituality a sombre spectacle of material chase.
The armour-guard of tradition once shielded o`r panting souls,
Shrouding us from life evils;nor the incantation of the culture around
The besieged fire with a tale,or the reeds ceremony for girls.
A child belongs to the community sounding unity unecumbered
Their faith hail`d from the sea of white swallows devout in religion:
Establishing His word pilgrimages with divine encompass transfiguring
The seed of reasoning enshrining new principles unweaving tradition.
This light sprung`d then still shield the glowing evil lingering.
The sapping life of all vigour hastening our mortality
Stands vulnerable to tradition nor faith which we dispel away.
