Let my fate deny me everything except to see it, for I, an unstrict stoic, wish to delight in every letter of the sentence engraved by Destiny...

Dreamed pleasure is pleasure,
    albeit in a dream.
What we suppose of ourselves 
    we become,
    If with a focused mind
    We persist in believing it.
So do not censure my way of thinking
    about things,
    beings,
    and fate.
For myself I create as much
    as I create for myself.
Outside me, indifferent to what I think,
    fate is fulfilled.
But I fulfil myself within the small ambit
    of what is given to me as mine...