O! My heart, my immortal soul;
Let your grace rain upon us all,
Under the bough of compassion
Spend our lives the whole.
And bless with a sweet pure tone;
And offer the art of living all alone,
Where all can ponder in search of life,
So that all may get the tune of own.
Let the truth and beauty be our life
Though there is any bloody strife
The fight against ignorance keeps on
Whether there rains flowers or knife.
O! My heart, my immortal soul
Let there be strength never to fall
May we be blessed to bear the world
And to depart happily if there\'s call.