You are the soaring mountain peak
and I the playful river rushing away,
You are the voice of my pure heart
and I the expression of my play.
You are the pure love, I the
contentment of the pleasant family life,
You are the deep oblivion of divine
and I its wandering strife.
I keep drawing a line in the sand
and lighting the lamp to rewind,
Neither seems wise but I keep playing
with my fate and mind.
So I see a tear running down
the cheek of time into sand,
To rub the drawing and put out the
lamp that tries to stand.
All that is animate and inanimate
merge in harmony at my feet,
I am conscious of the eternal beauty,
deep joy that I always greet.
This world is delicate as trickling tears
mysterious as vanishing dreams,
Who can come forward to let me
enjoy the divine cakes and creams?
I am all exhausted and I am ready
to depart from this sinful cart,
I have danced and played enough
and now is the time to play my part.
The flowers are lined and the garland
is made waiting for me to go,
When the soul reaches Nirvana
the other five elements will also go.