Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands...
Yet I cannot tarry longer.
Source: The Prophet: 26 poetic essays, Pages: 4
Contributed by: Tsuya