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You are mystery and majesty
and a lone tree on a hill.
Restorer of imagination and impulse,
and Restrainer of this depth of feeling
that I deserve not to feel;
Your goodness: ever, inexplicably upon me.
There is a sky, above, enduring
that will always sing: "glory!"
Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat,
but water under the boat is its support.
Since Solomon cast the desire for wealth out from his heart,
he didn't call himself by any name but "poor."
The stoppered jar, though in rough water,
floated because of its empty heart.
When the wind of poverty is in anyone,
she floats in peace on the waters of the world.
Mathnawi I