Hey clouds why are you drifting so fast?
Can't you stop for a while and watch me ploughing the sacred land with my sturdy oxen,
See my children playing on the land adjacent to the pond with gay abandon, in anticipation of rain,
Have a look at my agitated wife drawing water from the well while berating her mother-in-law,  
to view the lush green meadows where the cows are grazing leisurely as if earth and time have to come to a standstill.

Hey clouds why are you drifting so fast? Can't you stop for a while and watch below life struggling to move forward.