Without a reason,
Again with no reason
You will disappear just having been born.
Just merely a sand grain,
You are just a sand grain
In deity's palm.
So why are you boasting,
What feat celebrating now?
So trifling's your grand jubilation...
Tell me what's in this world,
In this world that's yet unnamed,
Tell me what's your reason for being?
It all might be coming,
It all might be coming,
Again in the spring the leaves will turn alive.
You are like a sand grain
Just merely a sand grain,
In deity's palm.
So why are you boasting,
What feat celebrating now?
So trifling's your grand jubilation...
Tell me what's in this world,
In this world that's yet unnamed,
Tell me what's your reason for being?