Happy the day when the tavern’s hermit we become,
Of the wisdom’s limitation I jump out and mad become.
We will break the mirror, philosophy and mysticism,
Becoming alien of the idol house of this caravan.
We will become free from monastery, school and convent,
Renounce to the existence and noble we will be.
We will leave ourselves and go to the beloved,
Being fascinated by her face-candle and the moth we will be.
Let us ingnore the chains totally and grains wholly,
We will fond of the snare of the unique idol.
We will remove wisdom’s intoxication from our mind and come round,
To gain consciousness from the intoxicating globet.