Return, return back,
and return back to your own hut.

The account of desires and attainments has been cleared.

Who is now calling from behind?
What for am I to look back?

I came to perform actions.
I cannot tolerate delay any more.

The sun is about to set,
darkness about to come.

Who is now calling me with hand gestures?

There is no end to work.
And I do not find the end of the path either.

Still I keep advancing,
making others move in frenzy,
that we may reach our own original home.