Life On the River Bank
Life is a small boat on the river bank,
The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river.
The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river.
The boat fluctuated on the illusion river water
The anchor of the floating boat fluctuated on the water.
It comes and goes back alone through the the door of delusion
The boat turn around only seven times.
It bears weal and woe in the field of delusion
It still flows on the banks of the river like a life.
Who sails whose boat? If there has no boatman
Whose boat is not his, just false excuses.
What will happen to the boat? If there is no wind in the sail;
The empty boat fell to the ground, if there is no existence of life.
As long as God wants, the boatman plays
The boatman (God) breaks down and makes of the new boat in a every moment.
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