Those who possess do not produce
And those who produce do not possess.
Those who have the power to rule are ruled
And those who have no power to rule are rulers.
Those who have lots of food, waste food
And those who will waste no food have no food.
Those who are well-versed in the art of loving
Have no lover on whose shoulder to lean on
And those who live behind the facade of pretense
Have lovers in multitude hovering around.
Many are those who pass through myriads of trajectories
To reach for an ordinary job to earn a living
And many are those who are appointed directly
For high positions without making the least effort.
And the bitter-sweet juices of life keep pouring,
The waves keep rising and falling
And roses keep blooming and dying.