Freedom is a thing so very rare to find
Of spiritual freedom speak, that rare kind,
Where the soul itself does know.
Finished with Karma, only goodness does it sow.
The seeds thus falling on purified ground
Will reap a harvest rich and sound
A joyful zest for life will show through
The soul will shine, all the colours pure and true.
This the aim of all must be.
Work, suffer thus to be free.
The air will resound with sounds rare
The earth and all in it will shine with colours fair.