Withdrawn, as usual, to my solitude,
keeping myself away from the noisy crowd;
amidst the serenity of the salient stream beside,
enjoying the sweet breeze, sitting on that oval rock,
I raised my trembling hands to the sky.
Looking at the clouds above,
and at the clouds of sins in the heart within,
prayed to my Almighty God for a heavy rain
to cleanse my lustful body,
and to purify my cloudy heart.
I went back in usual solace
Like the tax collector, the sinner
In the parable of Jesus.
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