We Are As The Flute

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;

we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. 

We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:

our victory and defeat is from thee,

O thou whose qualities are comely!

Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,

that we should remain in being beside thee?

We and our existences are really non-existence;

thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable. 

We all are lions, but lions on a banner:

because of the wind they are rushing

onward from moment to moment. 

Their onward rush is visible, 

and the wind is unseen:

may that which is unseen not fail from us! 

Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; 

our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.