I will deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never in my power to
escape unconquered.
I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its bonds in
exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow reed, and
the stone will melt in tears.
I surely know the hundred petals of
a lotus will not
remain closed for ever and the secret recess of its honey will be bared.
From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me and summon me in silence. Nothing
will be left for me, nothing whatever, and utter death shall I receive at thy
feet.