He, who predicts the Fate of man,
And keeps his gaze e'er; fixed on sky
Such man is unaware of fact
That rank of Self is very high.
Those who perceive this fact so clear
That dome of sky that spins around,
Has not the height as Self of man.
'Bout world have formed an opinion sound.
They are aware of all those things
That charm and repel the human sight
To them alone this fact is known
What blackens heart, what renders bright.