' THE FAIR IS FOUL, FOUL FAIR'?
He shuts eyes on, when the rest see
It with with greedy eyes, their night
his day, lo! their night, his waking day,
it makes him uncommon in common.
What makes the difference is that matters
between the sadhu and 'saadaa shidaadaa '
man, busy in the worldly matters in darkened
world of illusion, to struggle hard to still darkness.
True is false, false True; fair is foul and the foul
fair, is paradox, we worldly men are faced with,
that scapegoats us all, traverse endlessly in vain
pursuit of thorns that bleed mouth so sweet.
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