we are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
we are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee,
o thou whose qualities are comely!
who are we, o thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
we and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute being which manifests the perishable.
we all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing
onward from moment to moment.
their onward rush is visible,
and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.