Enter the ocean of real Being, like the ducks!

Although a domestic fowl may have taken thee, Who art a duckling, under her wing and nurtured thee, Thy mother was a duck of that ocean. Thy nurse was earthy, and her wing dry land. The longing for the ocean which fills thy heart, That natural longing of thy soul comes from thy mother. Thy longing for dry land comes to thee from thy nurse; Quit thy nurse, for she will lead thee astray. Leave thy nurse on the dry land and push on, Enter the ocean of real Being, like the ducks! Though thy nurse may frighten thee away from water, Do thou fear not, but haste on into the ocean!