I am the slave who set the master free, I am the one who taught the teacher.
I am that soul which was born of the world yesterday, and yet erected the ancient world.
I am the wax whose claim is this, that it was I who made steel steel.
I have painted with surmeh many a sightless one, I have taught many a one without intelligence.
I am the black cloud in the night of grief who gladdened the day of festival.
I am the amazing earth who out of the fire of love filled with air the brain of the sky.
In joy that king slept not last night, because I the slave remembered him.
It is not to blame, since you intoxicated me, if I am scandalous and wrought injustice.
Silence, for the mirror is rusting over; when I blew upon it, it protested against me.
