O’ thy light, thy shining upon my ways,
Let thy light shine up their obscurities.
Their traverses are so hasty.
Usually see them align aside the road;
Awaiting, to be treated by some good samaritans.
O’ thy light, glorious light, pity, pity.
Let the rain runs down on their dry soil.
Their dignities are worth like mine.
Yet, they are naked walking on the street.
Like the addition table, their stomach bones are countable.
A regular meal could alter the malnutrition appearance.
O’ thy light, divine light, Defends their causes.
Let this hell breaks loose seal in its domain.
As they used for hard labor, just as for sexual pleasure;
On the cardboards at night, they meet with their fairy tales queen.
On the other side they enjoy the green grass---
Simply an illusion, while at their dreams
O’ thy light, abundant light,
Sprinkle them with luck for the next generation to be.
