In my room there are powder mildews blowing across the window,
When I’m about to close the door in preventing the abundance of widow
While looking at four corners of my room and lying in my monarchy,
I see how alone I was, but I have my own hierarchy.

I noticed how free am I in doing whatever I wanted to do,
Without any critic and odd to prevent me and be my foe
I can divulge everything about me, about others in a ditch.
That I do not need to make flagellants to remove an itch!

In my single treasure I found peacefulness and eternal happiness,
That nobody could offer even fetching me in emptiness.
Because fence in my room is too difficult to destroy,
That it needs battalion to fern tiny open soy.

And a ferment filibuster could not be saved through a single wink,
Because it is too wilting that plenty of water is needed so that pest may sink.
And mints are too thick that it could result to mislead.
But Kodak is available that seeing myself makes me bleed.

And yearning of reaching the zenith in wooing a woman’s embrace,
Won’t happen that I should stop and begin another chapter full of blaze
And being thankful for having a place where I truly belong,
Will be eternal gratitude that I should devote my life prolonged