One More Contradiction

Did I fulfill what I had to, here, on earth? I was a guest in a house under white clouds Where rivers flow and grasses renew themselves. So what if I were called, if I was hardly aware. The next time early I would search for wisdom. I would not pretend I could be just like the others: Only evil and suffering come from that. Renouncing, I would choose the fate of obedience. I would suppress my wolf's eye and greedy throat. A resident of some cloister floating in the air With a view on the cities glowing below, Or onto a stream, a bridge and old cedars, I would give myself to one task only. Which then, however, could not be accomplished