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say to thee weapons reach not the Life; Flame burns it not, waters
cannot overwhelm, Nor dry winds wither it. Impenetrable,
Unentered, unassailed, unharmed, untouched, Immortal,
all-arriving, stable, sure, Invisible, ineffable, by word And
thought uncompassed, ever all itself, Thus is the Soul declared! How
wilt thou, then,- Knowing it so,- grieve when thou shouldst not
grieve?
How, if thou nearest
that the man
new-dead Is, like the man new-born, still living man- One same,
existent Spirit- wilt thou weep? The end of birth is death; the end
of death Is birth: this i ordained! and nearest
thou, Chief
of the stalwart arm! for what befalls Which could not otherwise
befall? The birth Of living things comes unperceived; the
death Comes unperceived; between them, beings perceive: What
is there sorrowful herein, dear Prince?
Wonderful, wistful, to contemplate! Difficult, doubtful, to speak
upon! Strange and great for tongue to relate, Mystical hearing for
every one! Nor wotteth man this, what a marvel it is, When
seeing, and saying, and hearing are done! This Life within all
living things, my Prince! Hides beyond harm; scorn thou to
suffer, then, For that which cannot suffer.
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