On my return, yet ’twas not only pain;
For it brought forth in me the memory
Of all I lived through ere I saw with dread
What I could learn from Ahriman himself,
That every thought must cease its progress there.
I had to ask myself why I was set
By Benedictus’ word within this realm
Where souls alone are taken into count
And only those are valued which can help
Toward the objects, which that power desires