|Though unwise, thanks to God I must express|
For bonds with celestial world that I possess.
My songs fresh zeal to hearts of men impart,
Their charm extends to lands that lie apart.
In Autumn my breath makes birds that chirp in morn,
Imbibe much joy and feel no more forlorn.
O God, to such a land I have been sent,
Where men in abject bondage feel content.