My home — where I found PEACE.
Not as a guest, not in prison, and not in hired rooms.
Where I shed the shackles of slavery
And the poorest caste of the outcasts.

Where I finally met the truth
And understood:

My home – where I found PEACE.
As a guest, in prison and in hired rooms,
In the shackles of slavery,
In the richest poorest caste of the outcasts.