Reason [is] empty,
and in employing it apparently [it is] not exhausted.
and in employing it apparently [it is] not exhausted.
Profound [it is]
Oh! it resembles the ten thousand things of the ancestor.
It blunts its [own] sharpness.
It unravels its [own] fetters.
It harmonises its [own] light.
It identifies itself with its [own] dust.
It is tranquil
Oh! it seems like to remain.
I not know whose son [it is].
It seems to be God's antecedent.
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