Silence kills and the word sins,
Thought governs them both.
If it comes late or hurries —
Do not wait for a gift from fate.

Between zero and infinity — heaven’s firmament,
Ropes stretched across it.
To overcome crippling and death,
You have to keep your balance.

Help me catch hold of a safety line,
Help the saving word be recognized,
To learn not to err,
To step onto a sure foundation.