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Rh Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night,
 * the accustomed routine, if these conceal you from
 * others, or from yourself, they do not conceal you
 * from me,

The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion,
 * if these balk others, they do not balk
 * me,

The pert apparel, the deformed attitude, drunkenness,
 * greed, premature death, all these I part
 * aside,

I track through your windings and turnings—I come
 * upon you where you thought eye should never
 * come upon you.

There is no endowment in man or woman that is not
 * tallied in you,

There is no virtue, no beauty, in man or woman, but
 * as good is in you,

No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is
 * in you,

No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure
 * waits for you.

As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give
 * the like carefully to you,

I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner
 * than I sing the songs of the glory of you.

Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard! These shows of the east and west are tame compared
 * to you.

These immense meadows—these interminable rivers
 * —you are immense and interminable as they,