When I turn my gaze from the smudge of this world,
When I close my eyes to its glare,
I see in my soul the most peaceful of sights,
And I stay and rest there.
When I shut my ears to the shrill of this place,
When I block the sounds of its blare,
I hear in my soul the most soothing silence,
And I sit and listen there.
When I stay my tread from the path of this life,
When I keep my feet from its snare,
I find in my soul the most promising course,
And I joyfully follow there.