In the iris of one’s eyes,

I can see far into the soul.

And what I see brings no sighs.

Your strength and faith isn’t a knoll,

But the size of a great mountain!

I can see far into the soul.

At the apex is a great fountain

Spewing forth the knowledge of Spirit;

Knowledge the size of a great mountain!

This fountain makes the path clearly lit

As the sweet nectar flows towards purity

Spewing forth the knowledge of Spirit.

All this is my mother with a surety.

She brings all the components of my being,

As her path of sweet nectar flows towards purity. 

A final proclamation of what I’m seeing:

In the iris of her eyes,

She brings all the components of my being,

And what I see brings no sighs.