Man comes into the world empty-handed
and leaves the world empty-handed forever.
People have nothing of their own here.
Whatever we consider to be our own,
such as things-wealth, car-house, wife-children, parents-relatives, is not ours.
We have nothing of our own.
We transform the wealth of this world with wisdom and make it suitable for various uses and claim it as our own.
Whatever man thinks about world, is not of man. Everything is the wealth of the world.
Everything that man owns in the world is knowledge, language-literature, melody-music, art act.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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