Who may reveal mystery of the stars, moon and light
from the curtain he controls philosophers say
men bow to worship the cow, cross and clay
and in this quarrel often they are in battle array.
Dawn fires arrows of light on the face of earth
man stares knowing nothing like a baby to blame lips play across the milky surrounding of the necklace
O, heaven whips hunter of the fate around the game.
Not only the prominence of beauty and knowledge, but
is awarded with discipline among the creatures around
those who standby the truth upto the last
may Lord provide of them a few to win the ground.
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