پالتون

sometimes, when young, we went to teacher
sometimes, we became contend with our knowledge
at the end of speech, hear, what happened to us
we came into the world like water/ from the earth and went like wind

When I was young I had eminent teachers
I was quite happy with my progress, with my
triumphs. When I remember the sage I was, I compare
that sage to water, that takes the form of the
vase or with smoke, that is blown away
by the wind