We reach this whole world
For the great untying
Of what was wed to us at birth,
But it gets untied at dying.
We sleep beside a stream, thirsty.
Cursing and unhappy at our entire lives,
We finished up in a niche of a ruins,
Inches away from the treasure.
Cut the chains and release the pain
Silverware and golden robes
You must refrain.
If you try to fit the ocean in a jug
How small will be your drinking mug ?
You ambitious boys and greedy girls
Only if satisfied
Oyster makes pearls.