Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts