Until you wake up to what you really are
You'll be like the man who searches the whole jungle
for a jewel that hangs at his throat.
Oil, wick, and fire: until they mingle in a cruse
they scarcely produce light,
So how can you expect to dissipate the darkness
simply by talking of lamps?
You're the sort of fool who sees your face
in a mirror,
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