I want to free myself from the quilted slumber of wrong. Do not detain me, my blamer! Cavil me not by mention of the lions of the forest Or the snakes of the valley, For me soul knows no fear of earth And accepts no warning of evil before evil comes. Advise me not, my blamer, For calamities have opened my heart And tears have cleansed my eyes, And errors have taught me the language of the hearts. Talk not of banishment, for conscience is my judge And he will justify me and protect me if I am innocent, And will deny me of life if I am a criminal. Love’s procession is moving; Beauty is waving her banner; Youth is sounding the trumpet of joy; Disturb not my contrition, my blamer. Let me walk, for the path is rich with roses and mint, And the air is scented with cleanliness. Relate not the tales of wealth and greatness, For my soul is rich with bounty and great with God’s glory. Speak not of peoples and laws and kingdoms, For the whole earth is my birthplace And all humans are my brothers.

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