There is no caste in blood.

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.

What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.