I was born one day by the garden gate
and flowers later bloomed in that place
so what was I to know of the fleets of ships
that go to and fro
before my time the gist of the world was made
and everyone clung to their own before I came along
therefore I wandered so soon in the cold,past
temples whose glow enchanted without warmth to give
Then I saw that to give is better than to receive,
as it means you are in a position to.
I wondered and pondered and considered and thought
but others pounded shapes in brands of truth
alone I shone in time
with mine I shine
and then I saw that all the story was of my own grand family