Dark shrines of the Earth
your gold is dust and forgetfulness
your silver is a riverbed of tears
your domes of lapis lazuli
are the bowl where pain is laid
your altars of glory
is where the abandonment of those who suffer
reaches its summit
your precious woods
are the crown of thorns
around the mind of the innocent

Dark shrines of the Earth
I invoke you
May victory come
from Nedda´s blood,
against the tyrant of Iran
a petal of wisdom

From silence and silent devotion
I invoke you
May the imprisonment of Aung San Suu Kyi
open the doors of the Garden