Transliterated Text:

xshmaibyâ gêush urvâ gerezhdâ
kahmâi mâ thwarôzhdûm kê mâ tashat
â mâ aêshemô hazascâ remô
âhishâyâ dereshcâ tevishcâ
nôit môi vâstâ xshmat anyô
athâ môi sãstâ vohû vâstryâ.

Translated Text:

The Soul of the Living World lamented to You:
Why did You create me? Who fashioned me this way?
I am oppressed by fury, rapine, outrage, and aggression.
I have no one to rehabilitate me other than
You. Lead me to true civilization.

Commentary:

Driven to desperation by rage and rapine, the Living World of ours questions the reason she was created. Knowing that the Creator alone can free her from the horrifying distress and injustice, she turns to Lord Wisdom for help.

Pondering Point:

“When feeling desperate, don't lose hope. Turn to Lord Wisdom for guidance.”