I chant thy praises, O Fire,
The Sun is thy supreme lyre...

My life has been a see-saw game,
Body or soul, I couldn't claim...

Sing of the Lord ! Sing of the Lord !
Life slips away from the world...

You! Daughter of Hollowness,
Born of bamboo tree...

I
When twilight falls and oft I think...

It is a thought
That we are born...

A walking shadow?
A poor player...

(Part - III)
I am a dew drop...

Why the flowers fade in a day?
Why the sun sets the same day...