Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?

Someone keep me company,
Someone share some thoughts with me,

Life is a game,
Light-hearted stuff:

Those with secrets in their hearts,
Have no place to hide,

O, for the ecstasy of not knowing
That which would rend my heart,

Ripples in the pond and waves in the sea;
Little steps, giant strides of an unknown destiny.

The natural intelligence of Man
Ensures that we, as Humans

Sailor, tinker, tailor, et al,
Ordinary people at one's beck and call,

How blank the mind
Neither thought nor word penetrating enough

Let the Sun fill you and your days with its rays
Let Darkness too feel its warmth and its light,