Men are born in desert of sorrow.
To whom Joy is drops of water,
For some it flows like a stream
for some it dances like mirrage in desert.
Though Joy cannot be trusted
but Sorrow can be trusted.
Since Joy lasts not forever
But Sorrow lasts forever.
Sorrow always gives us glimpse
and power to fight against Joy.
But Joy binds us in its magic and illusions.
At last gays are misers;
And misers are gays,
Since Joy gives birth to Sorrow,
And Sorrow gives birth to Joy.
- Gairik Dey
