Thus said the Master
And he turned me round Himself
And trusted not unto my hands so far
As not to blind me with his own
O ye who have undistempered knowledge
Observe the doctrine that conceals itself
Beneath the veil of the mysterious verses
And now there came across the turbid waves
The clangour of a sound with terror fraught
Because of which both of the margins trembled
Not otherwise it was than of a wind
Impetuous on account of adverse heats
That smites the forest and without restraint
Laden with dust it goes superb
Even as the weak before the hostile serpent
Across the water scatter all abroad
More than a thousand ruined souls I saw
They who on foot was passing over the Styx
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