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31. |
Every atom pants for glory: greed
Of self-fruition earth’s whole creed! |
Life that thirsts for no flowering—death:
Self-creation—a godlike deed; |
Through self the mustard-seed becomes
A hill: without, the hill a seed. |
The stars wander and do not meet,
To all things severance is decreed; |
Pale is the moon of night’s last hour
No whispered things of friendship speed. |
Your heart is your lamp;
Own self is all the light you need; |
You are this world’s sole truth, all else
Illusion such as sorceries breed. |
—These desert thorns prick many a doubt:
Do not complain if bare feet bleed. |
Translated by: V.G. Kiernan |
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