Meaningless! Meaningless!
in sorrow heaven weeps;
Flowers wither, fragrance gone,
garments soiled and steeped.
Sweat drips from arid form,
once sweet scent now turned bleak;
Joy transforms to sorrow deep,
as dreams dissolve in sleep.
Though the age of
sad-dharma-vipralopa,
Blesian you as,
The Fish birthed as Psc,
Be Paranirmitavaśavartin.
