I kneel before you a servant, naked and weak

Capable to carry the burdens to you lay upon me

No different than ant carrying rice on its back

But by bigger magnitudes, only with your power

I bow before you like a falling rock

Washing with water to soften the soul of my being

To fall before you in a beautiful and proper way

Fearing a heavy fall with an explosive sound

I look to you like the earth praises the sun and the moon

Knowing of my decay

Created of clay I shall soon turn into clay

Purify me, as a part of your virtue is in me

Let me gaze upon your beauty.