Calcutta nr. 77
The elements of our nature like your desires are fleeting
Be just thyself even though everything is unjust
Repose with wise people for your origin and mine
Is dust & sparks,—the spring breeze is fragrant.
When the elements' course a moment by chance to thy gree is,
Do justice, albeit each breath an oppression to thee is:
And sit with the wise, for a scantling of earth and of air,
Of fire and of water, the basis of thee and of me is.