In the gates, five the senses
That unto a hunter
Assail and drag me,
And throwing me into the fire of lust
Roast me alive and eat.
My thoughts crushed and consciousness lost,
I lay helpless like an orphan without mother.
Thou, kindlier far than mother!
Who danceth central in the hall of space
Brighter than gems lustrous.
My Lord! Thou, sea of knowledge!
