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Norton F. W. Hazeldine translation
Thus do we lift veil after veil before, thus do we drop veil after veil behind, Onward, ever onward, do all who are born progress, none from this wheel break free, none can this law control. Born of endless rounds, from sphere to sphere we climb, through countless suns of systems, through countless terms of years. Systems of worlds we leave, whilst approaching unknown suns, with colors of nameless hues, for which no tongue a name hath found. On those heavens the sunsets rest, and the tints of the morning skies.