A fool I am
That hath not lost the consciousness of self.
Yet, in the exultation of Thine heart,
Thou spoke a word, that is, jnana.
Thinking of that I melt not in my heart,
What heart is it, so hard?
Is it wooden that it melteth not?
Or is it of steel, or of agate,
Of stone or of solid earth?
Thus my thoughts baffle me.
