And heart’s hollow and wisdom is blocked;
the body apparent but soul obscured:
those who wake in the world for gain come to corruption.
On earth a man rejoices in nothing. . . .
The servant, soon, will slaughter his master,
the handmaidens turn on their mistress and queen;
a daughter will rise—against her own mother,
a son—against his father’s name.
My eye in the world dismisses
what others most love,
and all is labor,
a plowing for worms.
Slime—to slime returns.
Soul—ascends to soul.