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"Contemplating the myriad forms, returning to the essence of nature."
With arrogance ablaze, his limbs torn,
You boasted of truth, a thousand hands adorned.
Yet the void illusion deceived and beguiled,
Mourned and lamented, your spirit defiled.
With bonds severed, in nirvana you were exiled.
In silence, in solitude, in tranquillity,
How painful it was to face death in clarity.
Detached from bitterness and pain,
Blessed, your flesh and blood through resentment shall remain.
May you cease the debate of falsehood and truth,
As the tide rises, cleansing with its mighty soothe.
The poem opens with someone who has been thinking about many possible forms and wants to get back to a simple, natural state. That person is proud and arrogant; the text says his limbs are torn and he bragged about holding the one true truth. The image of “a thousand hands adorned” suggests he had many forms, roles, or powers that he showed off as proof of his certainty.
That pride leads to a fall. He is tricked by a “void illusion” — something deceptive that looks like emptiness or nothingness but actually misleads him. Because of that deception his spirit is corrupted: he mourns and laments, and the bonds that held him to his former life are cut. The poem says he is exiled to nirvana, which here means he’s forced into a detached, out-of-the-world state rather than achieving it willingly.
In that forced quiet — silence, solitude, tranquility — he must face death clearly, and that clarity is painful. The poem stresses the difficulty of confronting the truth of one’s end without the comforts of illusion. He becomes detached from bitterness and pain in a spiritual sense, but his physical remains — “your flesh and blood through resentment shall remain” — indicate that anger or grudges still mark what’s left of him.
Putting those lines together, the major events are his arrogance and displays, the deception by the void, the severing of ties and exile into forced detachment, and finally a painful, clear confrontation with death that leaves spiritual detachment but traces of resentment in his body. The narrative is a brief arc from pride to downfall to forced renunciation and uneasy peace.
The ending addresses the reader or the fallen figure directly and demands an end to arguing about what is false and what is true. It invokes a rising tide that will wash things clean: the implication is that clinging to rigid truths and forms leads to suffering and deception, and that the only way out is to stop debating and allow a natural cleansing or renewal to take place. The poem leaves the situation as a warning and an urging to let go rather than to keep fighting over truth.