I thought much to see the Sun
I thought myself among all to be one
I thought not to look-over the sea of knowledge
I never provoked someone to be hedge
I took everyone as my own
Yet, the almighty God never yields to my dun.

What, if I run and none stretches helping hand
What, if I stumble and everyone laughs at
What, if I cry in pain and everyone takes pleasure in it
A discrete life, as I know, is more lit
A discrete life, as I know, is a life of craft
A discrete life, as I know, dominates a land.

So, I seek myself in me and sun-shine
So, I seek myself in me and rain
So I, to reach the goal, climb a bine
Not to be out of battle, and but to conquer pain.