How mysteriously the moon
Was shining last night!
Dim, oblate, struggling half,
As if a fallen hero
Trying to arise for another fight.
The great souled!
Waging still a righteous war,
Though shadows were subduing light,
It did not seem faint hearted,
Went on fighting, without caring
For the infamy about the look,–
The popular esteem of a full moon.
How divine was its even-mindedness!
Exempt from pleasure and pain,
Loss and gain,
Thus, free from the grasp of opposites,
This scion of warrior class
Went on with its dispassionate work,
While, the sense objects around,
Scattered sleepily across the ground,
Find this truthful seer,
Quite unfathomable and worthy of jeer!
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