incense burned
his aroma sailed to the sky
which carries the scent
of the rope of my senses
to worship God the Creator of the Universe
his face turned to our ancestors
o, poet!
may all your faults and sins be forgiven
given a glorious place
like the gods
in heaven, in heaven!
in heaven, in heaven!
like the gods
given a glorious place
may all your faults and sins be forgiven
o, poet!
his face turned to our ancestors
to worship God the Creator of the Universe
of the rope of my senses
which carries the scent
his aroma sailed to sky
incense burned
