O unknown traveler,
tell me, what is this?

When being called, You do not come.
You come without being called.

You simply smile from a distance.
You remain ever upsurged in the cosmic game.

The decorated altar does not attract Him,
and He has no fascination
for a house well decorated with flowers.
But He comes running to a poor man's hut
to occupy his heart.

Tell me why You behave this way?

How many days come and go in vain?
How many colourful images appear and vanish in delusion?

But as eternal entity,
You continue moving forward,
at every moment,
ever crushing the darkness.