Why are you going to give me reward,
I have not done any good to anyone.
Being merged in the deadlock of the words
I have missed myself in the dark.
No rein to the mouth
You might call me a thief.
I am also busy in the worldly affairs.
Though I know I am
Not able to say the address
Of the truth.
I am unable to understand
What is love.
I see, I hear, I feel
And yet I am not able to
Acquire knowledge.
I do admit I am going after
All self-interest.
If you so like do one thing
You may cut me, burn me
You may destroy me
And keep me in the grave.