And you, self, proud warrior for some perhaps illusory Freedom,
As your last fortress falls to the great midnight gun,
Lay down your arms,
Though still unbowed, your rebel head is bloodied,
You cannot live on the run,
Legendary warrior for some illusory Freedom,
Leave your torn banner furled,
your battle dress undone.
Kneel on this rocky shore beside still waters,
Out of the womb of night will rise the Sun,
Here at last bow at the bar of the Great Mystery,
As Fire strikes Water at the break of Day,
The incandescent glory of the One!