He could no longer distinguish
the different voices -
the merry voice from the weeping voice
the childish voice from the manly voice
They all belonged to each other
the lament of those who yearn
the laughter of the wise
the cry of indignation and groan of the dying
They were all interwoven and interlocked
entwined in a thousand ways
And all the voices
all the goals
all the yearnings
all the sorrows
all the pleasures
all the good and evil
all of them together was the world
All of them together was
the stream of events
the music of life
When he did not listen to the sorrow or laughter
When he did not bind his soul
to any one particular voice
and absorb it in his self
but heard them all
the whole
the unity
then the great song of a thousand voices
consisted of one word
OM - perfection

From that hour
Siddharta ceased to fight against his destiny
There shone in his face
the serenity of knowledge
of one who is no longer confronted
with the conflict of desires
who has found salvation
who is in harmony
with the stream of events
with the stream of life
full of sympathy and compassion
surrendering himself to the stream
belonging to the UNITY of all things