If eager, I accept all delusions. Brushing off pain like dust, Wiping off sadness like tears, On the shadow of hatred, stroll without stepping. Refuse to be enchained, Regrets left behind, Destiny avoided, With unashamed evil, I stand by. Brushing off pain like dust, Wiping off sadness like tears, On the shadow of hatred, stroll without stepping. My small palm, ladles water. Ending unripe, feud life. If for one's life, I accept all sins.