O heedless arrogance
Why do you plague the weak-hearted?
The bright adornments paving the road
They sparkle with cheerful worldliness.
Why do you flit from the soul's cradle?
The perfumed beauty lurking the shadows
They beckon with easy charm.
The heart forgets the soul
The heart thwarts itself
Unless watered with God
Fed with mercy
Clad with piety,
Goodness is fire frozen into a drop
Of contained passion
A concentrate of good-intentions
Fashioned with reservation.
Goodness is to forgo,
Forgive and forbear
A state of desertion
Of the not-divine.