Truth fleeth from pride ;
mountain;
Wisdom departeth from egotism ;
Put away self, and thy works shall flourish is seed
And holiness and vanity cannot dwell together.
upon good soil.
Out of Humility cometh Light,
The arrogant regard themselves as kings, But they
But darkness dwells with vanity and pride.
are less than serfs;
Of what art thou proud ? O man ! of thy beauty ?
The meek regard themselves as serfs,
Corruption awaits it.
But they are more than kings,
Of thy garments ?
How easily are the proud injured,
The moth and the dust shall destroy them.
Every day they suffer pain ;
Of thy possessions ?
How often arc the vain wounded.
To - morrow another shall possess them.
Weeping and sorrow are their portion ;
Of thy talents ?
How readily do the selfish suffer deprivation,
Their lusture shall be dimmed.
Every day they grieve over that they have lost.
Of thy fame ?
There is no pain in Humility,
It shall disappear as a mist Of thy learning ?
Meekness destroyeth sorrow,
Even now it is surpassed.
And the pure in heart can suffer no loss.
Of thy! works ?
What can a man retain ?
They shall vanish away for ever.
What endureth ?
What, then, remaineth, if these things are as naught And where dwelleth immortality ?
?
The things of the world pass away, and none can
Wisdom remaineth, and Truth and Love ;
hold them ;
And Joy and Peace and Enlightenment are
The body perishes, and is no more seen ;
established.
And the opinions of men are as smoke in a high
But these cannot be known to the proud.
wind.
Neither can the vain man understand them,
Holiness can be retained,
And their glory is not revealed, to him that is
Truth endureth,
subject to self.
And immortality dwelleth in the sinless heart.
What can darkness reveal ?
I sought the world, but peace was not there ;
And he who walketh in darkness, what shall he see I courted learning, but Truth was not revealed
?
I sojourned with philosophy, but my heart was sore
The proud are blinded by darkness;
with vanity
The vain stumble and lose their way ;
And I cried, " where is peace to be found ?
And grief and desolation are the end of self.
And where is the hiding - place of Truth ?"
The enlightenment of Humility is more than
In Humility I found peace,
learning ;
In the practice of righteousness Truth was. revealed
The power of Meekness is more than the strength ;
of many conquerors,
And in self - obliteration I reached the end of pain
and vanity.
Where Love is, Life is ;
Bend low, Ye pilgrims;
Where Love is not, there is the deeper death.
Prostrate Yourselves, Ye weary and disconsolate;
Where Love is, Truth is ;
Give up that ye love, ye stricken and afflicted;
Where Love is not, there is error and confusion
For he that bendeth himself shall be straightened, Love changes not, for Love is Truth ;
He that prostrateth himself shall be lifted up,
Love sins not, for Love is perfect;
