I dream of a castle standing by the river of grace,
built with pure love on the land of real wealth.
The strong walls around it are of salvation.
Its roof is of flowing blessings of heaven.
It has three rooms: faith, hope and love.
The kitchen is full of the bread of life.
Its doors are of never-ending fortune.
Its windows are of the rain of mercy.
The ventilators are of beautiful songs.
The ceilings are of victory and glory.
The dwellers are from paradise.
Here is the castle of a dreamer.

Yogyakarta, 3 November 2003