Now, I asked the wise man, face to face,
He said: “It is either earth, wind, or a myth.”

I asked him, “who is the one running to seek?”
He said: “Either blind, or deaf, or a fool”

I asked him: What is the state of life? What is life?
He said: “It’s either a flash, a candle, or a moth.”

For example, a snowdrop in summer season.
Would wise person build a house in such place?

Or, for example, the flooded house in the spring.
Would any clever one scatter seeds in such adobe?

A philosopher said from the inside of India.
I saw wisdom written on the door of a temple.

I asked: What’s that wisdom? He said: This is it.
Humans; stone and glass, swirl like mad.

The bounty of this world and its truth is strange.
Would a wise person love such a stranger?