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Passer-by, / To love is to find your own soul / Through the soul of the beloved one.
When the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul / Then you have lost your soul.
It is written: "I have a friend, / But my sorrow has no friend."
Hence my long years of solitude at the home of my father, / Trying to get myself back, / And to turn my sorrow into a supremer self.
But there was my father with his sorrows, / Sitting under the cedar tree, / A picture that sank into my heart at last / Bringing infinite repose.
Oh, ye souls who have made life / Fragrant and white as tube roses / From earth's dark soil, / Eternal peace!