Not in magnificient temples  Shining of gods  Beat up the ghost  Carrier of wealth  Not in lightnes arch  The beautiful altars  Not in smoke of soul  Candle of fire.    No that who ones there  in poor cribs  For his son make the cosiness  That and for ghost want the intermost  Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam.    Where ghost consoler arise the temple  For his son shall rescue peoples  Where he want live so as calm  So as truth peace cladness to bring.