The Earth’s Celestial Round,
Ô countless days so radiant;
Man-made marks upon the mound,
Eftsoons the days grew different.
Moon awake, then set,
Yonder wars rise, fall, then rise anew;
Soon the earth lies in its pallet,
Erelong you are born, grow, and mildew
.
Little lotus, bloom, till you awake,
Flee not the hand of death’s decree;
And so the loop its beauty makes,
Never shall its end we see.
Dreary the men who won’t understand, that
Infinite their lives in fate’s land, so flat.