|Fabric of earth and wind and wave! Who is the secret, you or I,|
Brought into light? Or who the dark world of what hides yet, you or I?
|Here in this night of grief and pain, trouble and toil, that men call life,|
Who is the dawn, or who dawn’s prayer cried from the minaret, you or I?
|Who is the load that Time and Space bear on their shoulder? Who the prize|
Run for with fiery feet by swift daybreak and sunset, you or I?
|You are a pinch of dust and blind, I am a pinch of dust that feels;|
Through the dry land, Existence, who flows like a streamlet, you or I?
Translated by: V.G. Kiernan