(原詩)

Outside my window in the courtyard of the world
The gentle rain was falling
No breath of wind
No cry of a beast or bird
Too quiet, too still, I turned ...

To see the raindrops
Like a thousand poet's words
Splash their circles on the stones
They seemed to wash over everything with love
And for a moment, the courtyard heard

Until the sun came bursting through the clouds
Hung up his rainbows in the sky
And with a laugh of flames, said:
"Now go chase the gold!"
And the world became the world ...

Now we're all travellers, some seekers
And some sought
Who'd leave the courtyard to be caught
In nets of self, damned certainty and choice;
But do you believe our voice?

You ... you've got what must belong to me
I need! I'll bleed for more possessions!
You ... you've got no right to disagree!
Bow! Kneel! Or fear my aggressions!

Thank God, if sometimes
Your oyster holds a pearl
When the world remains the world ...