You talk as though you have seen all aliments,
Yet you taste not viands, or anything macabre,
And people slay you with tooth and sabre.
To seek your way must it mean
That I must also always glean
The virtues that you have accumulated
And see forth what today has prepared?
Your mind still, your eyes at peace,
How do you seek the way oh great one!
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