The world for him is a chaos
No love no bond of dear ones
He seeks for actions no cause
It's only living this instance.
Dimly he sees things around
Can't make out what they're for
In the ocean's depth is no sound
He loves to live in stupor!
His eyes sometimes grow wet
Without his knowing why it's so
At times his smiles don't abate
From his lips they joyously flow.
His heart is free from torment
He's the one with least pain
For no sins he needs to repent
Most virtuous is he an insane!