To thee, my master, will I make my vow
Henceforth to bridle my soul’s arrogance …!
Now for the first time do I realize
How pride of knowledge leads the soul astray;
So that, instead of its imbibing strength
From freely offered stores of spirit-wealth,
It misapplies the gift in wanton use
And only holds the mirror up to self.
I know at last from my heart’s warning call,
To which thy words lend added power, how far