Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.
There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.
(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)
The surpassed present time is without real answers
and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection
Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;
last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief
IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!
TAKE THE FINAL STEP!
Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,
and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!
BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!
NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!
Enter to the present time with something monumental: