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Fabric of earth and wind and wave! Who is the secret, you or I, Brought into light? Or who the dark world of what hides yet, you or I?

Here in this night of grief and pain, trouble and toil, that men call life, Who is the dawn, or who dawn’s prayer cried from the minaret, you or I?

Who is the load that Time and Space bear on their shoulder? Who the prize Run for with fiery feet by swift daybreak and sunset, you or I?

You are a pinch of dust and blind, I am a pinch of dust that feels; Through the dry land, Existence, who flows like a streamlet, you or I?