A colorful cloud over the sea.
On its surface, a silver ship.
Inside it, a yellow fish.
On its bottom, blue moss.
On its bottom, blue moss.
Ashore, an unclothed man,
thinking:
"Should I become a cloud, or a ship?
Should I become moss, or a fish?"
No, no, no, no,
One should become the sea, my son.
With its cloud, with its ship, with its fish, with its moss.
With its cloud, with its ship, one should be the sea, my son.