the eternal living ancient one is your best friend;
he is the one on whom life after life you can depend.
he is more loyal to you than your own faithful shadow,
which vanishes into the night like a murder of crows.
it is his brightness that gives the sun such royal lustre,
which light is but a gross brilliance and dull impostor!
we thirst for the truth because it is also supreme bliss;
anything less is both a foul lie and a treacherous kiss.
but how can the humanity of his charm be described?
his human qualities cannot be easily transcribed!
it is not that he is only glorious and fantastic,
but that he is simply and most wholly authentic.
when darvish walks in silent companionship,
he finds the friend beside him sharing his friendship.
