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I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?

What Can I Do My Friends, If I Do Not Know? I Am Neither Christian Nor Jew, Nor Muslim Nor Hindu. What Can I Do? What Can I Do? Not Of The East, Nor Of The West, Nor Of The Land, Nor Of The Sea, Not Of Nature's Essence, Nor Of Circling Heavens. What Could I Be?

There Is An Invisible Strength Within Us; When It Recognizes Two Opposing Objects Of Desire, It Grows Stronger.

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion Lops Off The Bough Of Weariness. Passion Is The Elixir That Renews: How Can There Be Weariness When Passion Is Present? Oh, Don't Sigh Heavily From Fatigue: Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

Lovers O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time To Set Out From The World. I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depths Of The Stars. Our Camel Driver Is At Work; The Caravan Is Being Readied. He Asks That We Forgive Him For The Disturbance He Has Caused Us, He Asks Why We Travellers Are Asleep. Everywhere The Murmur Of Departure; The Stars, Like Candles Thrust At Us From Behind Blue Veils, And As If To Make The Invisible Plain, A Wondrous People Have Come Forth.