If you are the father and mother of life-

Weigh this creation in equality-balance,

Why does the crown, glitter on one's head,

While to another life is bitter, accursed?

In your creation of life and beauty

Humming with melody of a thousand tunes,

What floods of tears are silently shed?

How many desires die in bud?

From pole to pole when eye casts a glance,

Two opposite stories are played before it:

The chariot-wheels of one’s luxury rumble afar,

Another is yoked to drag it sweating.

This ever happens; does the poor one

Rob thy wealth, bring scorn to thy majesty?

Is his wail sweet to thy throne afar?

Will thy glory suffer if differences go?

One by one clouds disappear in the blue;

Lights die; sunny smiles on rosy lips

Fade away in spring; rain-bow colours,

Loving union,-all, all melt into smoke.

Why strive to catch this magic show?

Why run frantic on the distant bank?

Why eager to fall in to fire like moth?

Why do you hope? All is void.