Remove the saddle from the dead horse, Don't stand, don't weep, move on ahead! Don't choke upon the dusty road, Wake up! Transform yourself right now!
You rode so swiftly, but your time Has passed, while life takes flight on wings. With one foot caught within the stirrup, Your dead steed—a mighty magnet.
The faintest odor of decay Has settled into stability. You remember those who fell from horses, Yet you have never taken a fall.
Now standing proud, so self-assured, Your face held high above the ground, Though problems multiply around you— Don't crown yourself as your own god.
This is no time to build a monument Or worship at the past's great shrine. Try now, you careless wanderer, To recreate your yesterday's success!
