|Contents of soul this world can not conceal, for every mote has longing to reveal:|
The course of life somewhat distinct appears, if eager looks and sight become corn-peers.
The members of a subject race by dint of glance, its gloss and grace,
Have acquired the right and claim to rule and get renown and fame.
The glance has might to cause defeat,
it has the strength, its foes to beat:
We see through glance great charm and grace,
it brings the lovers face to face.
Through self-same glance my craze imparts to motes and their most inner parts,
The wont and mode of wandering tramps, who pay no heed to need of camps.
If fervent glance and vision keen you have not met or ever seen;
Your being is a source of shame on heart, and sight can bring a blame.