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

I see Tokio and Paris¹ and New York,

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

Man’s numberless misdeeds and small² 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.