I look across the world and no horizon walls my gaze;

I see Paris and Tokio¹ and New York,

I see the bombs bursting on Barcelona and on Canton streets.

Man’s numberless misdeeds and rare² good deeds take place within my single self.

I am the beast he slays, the bird he feeds and saves.

The thoughts of unknown minds exalt me with their thrill,

I carry the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.