A hero, all selfishness banished,
The key to the mystery of creation in his heart,
Weaves his way through time to reach his goal.
Moving ever upwards he breathes the air of eternity;
He has met with Khidr: he knows the way.
And to fellow wayfarers he gives the good news of dawn;
A message of hope in a night of choking darkness.
In his hands burns a torch; he spreads light everywhere
And he brightens the Way for all who would follow;
His ascend radiates peace and serenity;
His amber fragrance permeates every atom of creation.
Wherever he treads finds life and becomes green:
The hills and valleys, plains and mountains are all dressed in color:
And on every breeze is borne the perfume of spring;
Blossoms appear, flowers burst into life, trees are quickened.
His mind nurtured ever by eternity,
And everlasting melody flows from his lips:
All he sees is the richly colored tapestry of life to come,
The belief in which is part of his every being.