When the
rain clouds bring rainbows
Many are its beauties
When the hailstorm comes
Perish will the powerless beauties.
One can
wash his face with tears,
But sorrow within cannot be washed.
One can thump his chest like a drum,
But the ignorance within cannot be dispelled.
Ego and
envy arise
Lose will your appetite for spirituality
And thirst will arise for sin.