Stop, passerby, for a moment,
Search your path in the wilderness, do not hurry.
Let an instance of inspiration come upon your soul,
And say in silence a prayer to God.

Praise Him for all that was,
That could have and wasn't fulfilled.
For all the pain and anguish
In your soul are forever gone.

That pain of yours, without reasoning,
Accept as a gift and lowly bow down.
The Lord always gives us all according to our right,
You believe in him and pray to him