Empty, empty, empty,
Everything is an empty thing.
Empty, empty, empty,
We are empty, nothing within us,
Nothing outside us.
We are going for wealth,
For success, for fame,
Knowing fully well that
All are empty, all are empty.
What we have seen is not true
That we know and we are therein.
What we have achieved is nothing
And it is no use to discuss
About all these, my dear, just see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem