My enemy "I" is dead; now none can smite me down.
'Tis I who have slain myself; thus, being dead, I live.
We have slain our enemy, we have died; but he is not forgotten;
The thorn remains to vex us. Consider and lay this truth to heart:
You will only find the Beloved when you are as the living dead,
Only by losing yourself can you find Him who knows all.
When you regard yourself as nothing, then you will find the Beloved.
Recognize, therefore, by quiet reflection, from whence this thought of sell' arises.
Becoming as the living dead, enter onto the path