The world I see looks to me like a game of children.
Strange performances and plays go on night and day.
King Solomon’s throne is not a big thing to me.

I agree, O heart, that my poetry is not easy to take in.
When they hear my work, experienced poets
Suggest I should write something easier to understand.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river—
Unbearable pain becomes its own cure.

Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn to sighing;