In the universal heart
All hearts are one,
Inseparable, I know.
Yet knowing this,
I hurt the heart of others
Day and night.
We are all the slaves of fate;
It dances on our foreheads.
In peace sublime
Is the extinction-sleep of fate.
I know this secret.
O Jewel of my eye,
Pour into my heart
Your golden Silence.

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