Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is limitless, but it comes down according to the season.
This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.
The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.