Happy are they that sow and will not reap
They shall wander afar.
Happy are the generous whose glory of youth
Is added to the light of days and their scatterings
They tore off their jewels - at the mother of all crossroads.
Happy are the proud whose pride burst the bounds of their souls
And became white seed meekness
After the rainbow in the cloud.
Happy are they that know their heart shall cry out in the desert
As silence sprouts on their lips.
Happy are they. They shall be taken into the heart of the world
In the cloak of forgetfulness
Their eternal law is without saying.