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?