|O people with observing eyes, a taste for observation is a good things, but|
What good is observation if it does not see the inwardness of things?
The aim of art should be to generate a vital flame that never dies.
What use is a mere momentary spark? What good, O rain-drop, if you do not agitate
The bosom of the sea, and are content to be
A pearl lodged in a mother-of-pearl’s womb? What good a breath of morning breeze,
Whether as poet’s verse or singer’s air,
If it can only make the garden wilt?
O never without miracles do people rise;
What good is art that does not have the impact of the rod of Moses?