If the zephyr could be so irate,
The dribble could deluge the shore,
The unruffled Sun could infuriate,
Impede my fire, it may annihilate…
If the sea could delve so deep,
The sky could soar so high,
The earth could endure the lumber,
Check my clout, it may exterminate…
The world has seen me calm.
The ire is still not unveiled.
Let me not toil on my fervor,
And let the verve remain oblique…
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