The Great Confusion
Since time immemorial, strangely the humanity
Has muddled the issue, that is alive even today
Superimposing material affluence on lasting joy
And run after things which but offer fleeting joy.
Wealth has become a sine qua non for happiness
Hence everyone is busy building-up possessions
The more one assembles material conveniences
Which are but great hindrances to enduring bliss.
It is the estimation of happiness in others’ eyes
That drives man to hurry accumulating luxuries
And even when he amasses affluence substantial
One finds him miserable, which is inexplicable.
Thus humans ensnared by chimeras of capital
Certainly do not value abiding joy wonderful
This great confusion is a product of ignorance
That jams judgment between the fake and real.
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