My cause is just; my will, unswerving In the moonlight And any suspicions now manifesting In the moonlight Have no place, have no power To obstruct, to obscure This intention in me A flickering candle, the camphor's release In the morning light Breathe in with assurance the cleansing relief Of the morning's light Give no pause, give no power To deflect, to dissect This devotion in me My cause is just; my will, unswerving My cause is just; my will, unswerving