Behold me
O onlooker,
I am pure
I am capable of
Purifying you
Through my poems
I am the best of all,
O, onlooker,
Ask me not
How may I know You
Ask me not
In what aspects are you
To be thought of
Lo, see, I am here
And everything is clear
By my distinction
By my singularity
Within the beauty
Of nature.