Even as a stranger star,
finding the path took no time,
When the journey from brutality to humanity began,
When narrowness gave way and the soul began to broaden,
When darkness exhausted itself and the dawn started to break,
When solitude was abandoned to join the collective,
Even then, the battle must be fought alone.
Forgetting the scent of the moist earth,
artificial fragrances spread,
Roses arrived on the gentle southern breeze,
The spring cuckoo sang, and the Night Jasmine bloomed,
A sudden shower fell from the hazy clouds,
Yet, to rise in rebellion, no sword was ever needed,
Through the ages it revealed itself—the call from the beyond arrived,
The divine oracle was heard:
The battle must be fought alone.
