Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
There is no caste in blood.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
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.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.