In this place of perplexity and travail thou rest still, eyes and ears fast closed
Neither sight in thine eyes nor trace of hearing in thine ears
How long wilt thou neither listen nor observe, how long sit deaf and blind?
For one moment take the path of the aware
Renounce the companionship of the misguided
Strip the veil from the eyes of world-sight
Look around thee, ahead, behind, up, down.
Look and discover the nature of this whirling circle
and that which encompasses it, that which surrounds you.
Who raised above thine head this patchwork umbrella
Who painted it with colourful designs
Who made the sun the light of day
Who made the moon a candle in the night?