Now arise and set forth
Out of the crabbed cloak in nettles.
Set foot to roadway
And through the cobbled town.
Blink away sleep
And thump the stony metal with your staff.
Go now while the dust
Is laid by the dew; while hearths are cold;
Before the cock
Stirs stiffly on his perch.
Settle your stride
Against the earth’s pitch and the sky’s roll.
Know now what will be
Next over the coming hill.
While the town sleeps
Start this day’s pilgrimage
In the morning mirage
Toward tonight’s temple and tomorrow’s gods.
