A man with true belief, whose Self attentive grows like sturdy sword of steel, can cut and sheen it shows.

The urge to shine and grow, within the mote concealed; 'fore his eyes sharp and keen is with much haste revealed.

You have no link or bond with men of godly brand, you are a slave to world, on world he holds command.

So far you have not formed for coast a love or taste: He knows the depths full well, by dint of nature chaste.