Love tastes of feigned significance
Shadows flow into his eyes,
Empty vessel, not satisfied
Affliction from dark lies
Beware of hungry opinion
Battle over clever words,
Lovely, hateful, idiotic
Glowing with thirst
Glowing with silent pain
Only one single goal,
Empty desire, empty dreams
Calm the afflicted soul
Secret that is Siddhartha
Release, conquer I,
Love, letter by letter
From self, destined to die
Essence lay beyond the visible
The illusory veil before his eyes,
Destined to be pierced
So barrenness does not arise
Celebration of love
Take from others what is theirs,
Dare not part without admiring
He gives them his wares
Pensive words of mourning, wariness
Innermost voice gone silent, once clear,
Words do the sense no good
Sound somewhat off to the ear
Squandering money, fattening his belly
Worldly pleasure, as hair grows gray,
After years of folly, riches
Finally, transitory things slip away
Kill arrogance, kill intellect
By the river, wish to remain,
New life grown old and died
An insight once again
Crouch into emptiness
Path, visions sink,
Many an hour, listening
Went on to think
Image of father flowed into son
A river, striving towards its goal,
Fervent, coveting, suffering, longing
Scorching, craving of the soul
Serenity of knowledge blossomed
He smiled quietly, the Brahmin’s son,
Streaming river renewed unity
Stopping time, as the Exalted One.
