I tell you the truth
Do not stray with the world
Away from me
I will lead you home.
I tell you the truth of the lonely river
Meandering for want of guidance
I tell you the truth
The truth of the wobbling walks
Of the crab going sideways
Truth of the teeming population of mice
Living in a burrow without a shutter
On their doorway
Truth of hunger
In the land of plenitude
Truth of the withering grasses
In the duel of the elephants
Truth of the tiger not
One without its variegation
Truth of the falsehood of the self
And the cast wrong impression
On the world
Truth of a rooster in a strange land
And standing on one leg
Truth of the man moving
And the devil making him to stumble.
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