Where my progress comes to a halt at last,
there Endlessness opens its own door.
Where my song comes to a close,
there is the silent Sea-of-songs.
Where my eyes are covered by darkness,
there the Unseen World's light shines.
Out-of-doors a flower blooms,
then dies in the dust;
IN its heart nectar-fruit is produced.
When activity becomes extensive
and carries everything along with it,
then work and activity get
extensive leisure.
When my 'I' ceases to exist,
then I'll be found in You.