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FOR A MERE nothing fill me with gladness. Only hold my hand in your hand.
In the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you wish.
Bind me close to you with nothing.
I shall spread myself out at your feet and lie still.
I shall meet silence with silence under this sky.
I shall become one with the night, clasping the earth to my breast.
Make my life glad with nothing.
The rains sweep the sky from end to end.
In the wild wet wind jasmines revel in their own perfume.
The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret.
Let me fill my heart to the full with nothing but my own depth of joy.

YOU TOOK MY hand and drew me to your side, made me sit on the high seat before all men, till I became timid, unable to stir and walk my own way; doubting and debating at every step lest I should tread upon any thorn of their disfavour.
I am freed at last!
The blow has come, the drum of insult sounded, my seat is laid low in the dust.
My paths are open before me.
My wings are full of the desire of the sky.
I go to join the shooting stars of midnight, to plunge into the profound shadow.
I am like the storm-driven cloud of summer that, having cast off its crown of gold, hangs as a sword the thunderbolt upon a chain of lightning.
In desperate joy I run upon the dusty path of the despised; I draw near to your final welcome.
The child finds its mother when it leaves her womb.
When I am parted from you, thrown out from your household, I am free to see your face.