Some say that Providence is insensible,
And therefore intangible. To determine it
Is a pure accident. At random, yes, yes,
We all exist at random, no one is intended.

A son of a child is an old man's preeminent;
To be fully purified means to attract impurity.
There is no evil until the kindness approves;
What can cure illness can't exist for good.

Hundreds of demons don't leave their habits --
Each magic box is fullness of tricks and ruses.
This is more than a beating the air -- it is charm
That leads you to the prison inside your mind.

Resist time and again to what is unclear to you!
Never give up, approving your true Providence.