Only constant is death;
Life is excitement and upheaval.
Why do men strive towards
Unmoving statues?
Towards paradise
With its ever-blooming
Orchards?
*** is warm,
But doesn’t remain warm
Perpetually.
The serpent,
Moulding,
Inconstant,
Is preferred over the
Constantly blooming flowers.
Sunlight, moonlight;
Fiery apparitions
Dancing in the desert.
Here she comes,
Riding on her
Amorphous, lustful cloud.