If the red slayer think he slays,
……Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
…… I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
…… Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
…… And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
…… When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
…… I am the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
…… And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
…… Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

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