To what land shall I flee, whither to flee?
From the nobles and from my peers I am cut off, nor do the people love me,
Nor the Liar rulers of the land.
How am I to please thee, Mazda Ahura?
I know wherefore, O Mazda, I have been unable to succeed.
Only a few herds are mine and I have but few people.
I cry unto thee, O Ahura, grant me the support a friend gives to a friend.
~ Zarathustra
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