Bitter taste of speech
and tears in eyes
have sufficient power
to vaporize strong blocks of steel
but I care for delicate flowers.
God ! please forgive them
because it was your word
that I shall get crucified.
Thorns, do not be sad.
Nails, do not be sad.
You are my ornaments.
Let my blood shade
and grant all creatures
happiness and peace.
It is the way
God had decided
to bless you.
