Oh, my desires! They're so many, like a swarm
Buzzing in my ears, confusing my crystal mind,
While I'm looking for a needle in a haystack
To realize who's a coward but who's a hero in shrubs.

Everything comes to be confused,
I start to be like a crazy from the multitude rules;
I try to do everything without weariness --
I'm working hard to flog myself to death before I profit.

But what all this is for? Only the spirits know
When closing turns into opening; I hope I'll know, too.
Meanwhile, I think of good meal, rest, relationships,
And all the other things of the mundane amenities.