Mother, I may have been a naughty child,
But I am your child nevertheless!
You own the world, mother, you are the queen of the world,
And look at me, I go about in the habit of a beggar.
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O the nameless eternal child
you have come across unknown lands,
what ornament of name you have put on!
What a prison it is for the chainless!
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You Blessed Child are playing with this universe
absent-mindedly.
Creation and destruction are the objects of your solitary sport.
In empty space you are absorbed in a miracle-play
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O the nameless eternal child
you have come across unknown lands,
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