Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
How is it that the sky feeds the stars?
The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.