The Interminable Mill called Life

The rising sun has cast its rays—

a lotus has blossomed in all its grace,

and the bees have come to indulge their craze.


Now the sun is at its zenith—

in response wilts the lotus beneath,

and the lively bees their vitality sheath.


Presently the sun gets ready to set—

the lotus has its petals shut,

and the tired bees no longer fret.


Out comes the moon and dispels the gloom—

an ethereal lily blooms, fit for a groom,

and the eager moths begin to loom.


Life thus goes on without cessation—

prompting us into contemplation

that sometimes ends in vexation,

and sometimes in satisfaction.