Lamp is burning,
And in this burning lamp
I see the sun.
I see the sun
Through my eyes,
See me, I am blind.
I find light everywhere,
And I find not myself
Anywhere in season
And out of season.
I am my own source,
Source of all strength.
And with this I rise
To touch the moon.
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