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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.

8.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.

9.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.

10.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,