The food of light is the event of birth,
The event of death is overreaching,
This evening I saw conspiracies and
Tragedies of the whole of life.
One life is like the aqueous solution,
Too many are the solids of the earth.
One evening I met a sprite who laughed
At my propositions from the world.
I like the hearing of the godly men who
Conquer the wishes of the tyrant;
One evening I saw a wondrous man who
Enlightened me as if he was a wise man.
I have been hearing of him so well,
He taught me danger and light of divinity;
His evenings and mornings were devoted
To my soul and the upbringing of knowledge.
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