O Lord, at the sea shore, I was wandering to collect shells, but You did not prohibit me.
I cried in the night at the end of the day, even on seeing that, You ignored. There was
delusion of silver shine in the shell, and I did not exert for the pearl. At the moist
hours, with empty tray, I did not make any request. On the paths, I searched shining
tinfoil, as I could not recognise the wealth. By evening, with spreading darkness, I did
not accumulate any useful article for the path.