|At the dawn when my eye was enjoying the panorama|
I saw that a ray of the sun was wandering about
I asked the ray, “O head to foot restlessness!
What kind of restlessness your impatient life has!
Are you a small little lightning, which the sky
Is nurturing to fall on the harvest of nations
Is this a flash, or your eternal nature, what is it?
Is it a dance? wandering? seeking what is it?”