I was here from the moment Of the Beginning, And here I am still. And I shall remain here Until the end of the world, For there is no ending To my grief-stricken being. I roamed the infinite sky, And soard in the ideal world, And floated through the firmament. But here I am, prisoner of measurement. I heard the teachings of Confucius; I listened to Brahma's wisdom; I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge. Yet here I am, Existing with ignorance And heresy. I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses; I saw the Nazarene's miracles At the Jordan; I was in Medina When Mohammed visited. Yet I here I am, Prisoner of bewilderment. Then I witnessed the might of Babylon; I learned of the glory of Egypt; I viewed the warring greatness of Rome. Yet my earlier teachings showed The weakness and sorrow Of those achievements. I conversed with the magicians of Ain Dour; I debated with the priests of Assyria; I gleaned depth from the prophets of Palestine. Yet, I am still seeking truth. I gathered wisdom from quiet India; I probed the antiquity of Arabia; I heard all that can be heard. Yet, my heart is deaf and blind. I suffered at the hands of despotic rulers; I suffered slavery under insane invaders; I suffered hunger imposed by tyranny; Yet, I still possess some inner power With which I struggle to great each day. My mind is filled, but my heart is empty; My body is old, but my heart is an infant. Perhaps in youth my heart will grow, But I pray to grow old and reach The moment of my return to God. Only then will my heart fill! I was here from the moment Of the Beginning, And here I am still. And I shall remain here Until the end of of world, For there is no ending To my grief-stricken being. |
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