Lover of illusory freedom, Seeker of heights unreal, Problems, sorrows, and the years— These are your masters, not you.
You thought you ruled all by yourself, Yet ruled nothing at all. You don't even truly know The moment of your own birth.
Like a thistle in the field, You clung to both death and life. Your shackles and your collar Were renamed as your rewards.
Deceive yourself no longer By drawing circles endlessly. For he who builds upon sand Will suddenly see ruins.
Listen to Him who knows, And bow yourself before Him. Acknowledge that God decides all, And pray to Him in humility.
