Allow the magnificent sun to rise to the departure of the twilight,
And suffer the early birds to sing to the greatness of the morning due,
What is man and what determines his purpose?
Is it the sands of time which promises vain immortality or his impulsive urge for satisfaction?
Driven by his innate desires to see the light of wisdom,
His endless effort for a chance to taste the nectar of the gods,
And seeking repose from tiring venues.
Asking, why are the tides of the sea attracted to shore?
Determined to succeed or fail trying,
Alas! Surmising that his strenuous effort to reach the mountain top to know,
Only to arrive with nothing to show.