With the twanging sound of a bin,
A bow You did fetch.
Amassed by the thousands were whatever sins;
To ashes You burned them in a moment.
Having rid the worthless, You brought pith;
Earth, You made it understand: You are apotheosis.
All I desire and what I believe mine is:
For only a short while with me it dwells.
Forgetting You, I've gone on coveting worldliness;
In the heavens I wished not to hold a tiny nest.
Eyes closed, a gloom-ocean I've beheld;
Light-beams ever flashing, I did not witness.
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You pierced a blinded mind with arrows of light.
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