Again and again, the seeds all get planted;
Again and again, the rain-god sprinkles rain.
Again and again, the farmer farms the field;
Again and again, the food grows in the realm.
Again and again, beggars do their begging;
Again and again, the givers give out gifts.
Again and again, the giver who has given;
Again and again, goes to a better place.
Again and again, he tires and he struggles;
Again and again, the fool goes to the womb.
Again and again, he's born and he dies;
Again and again, they bear him to his grave.
But one who's wisdom is wide as the earth
Is not born again and again,
For he's gained the path
Of not becoming again.
slightly modified from Andrew Olendski's translation
