O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.
I went to the root of things, and found nothing but Him alone.
He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.
Some praise me, some blame me. I go the other way.
I know a cure for sadness: Let our hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.
What is beyond the mind, has no boundary, In it our senses end.