Who were these common folks ,
But Grassblades in Winterwinds
Masked in learned jokes ,
Never knowing what life is .
Why look down upon these children of misfortune ;
whatever may they wish to be.

Animal stock of apes,
are they derived ,and;
in darkness of primitive caves
formed are their minds
They are free from nothing ,
Masters ,diseases ,gold,deaths;
everything that binds
If Ye who know the Truth
be not forgiving to these sorry commoners of life
who else shall the chalice be passed onto and be rife?
Ye who hath seen multi-fold heavens and hells
and know the light of Karma and danger it bells.
Ye who has seen the spread of inter-Universe
And Known the "Çhittas'' that created this crave-curse.
Forgive them!
And let it be ; part with all this cynicism and child-fight .
Let the sorry bury the sorry while ye Bask in Supra-bright