(the goal)
Darkness and interior descend.
Light and exterior ascend.
(the lost)
A glimmer of more can been
seen,
Hope of fortune reached as a vision,
Dust and ashes.
(the gate)
Search, it is not found,
Reach, it is not given,
Persevere and find no food,
Strive to be and it is wasted,
Struggle and entangle.
No bright light on any horizon,
Death would be a reward,
For those fellows already dead.
Within all and when ready,
Find a path surrounding,
Desires taunt and are true,
To stop will die again,
(doubt)
Already dead now,
To dust,
Scattered.
(into the palace)
Ah but courage to rap on the door,
With patience to rap three score and one times,
Uncorrupted mind and life and spirit,
Who enters the gate of that grand palace,
Those few will we take from the North,
And guide to the East.