What is the profit of our coming and going?
Where is the weft of the weave of our existence?
In the heavenly sphere's abyss, souls of many innocent
Burn and are reduced to ashes. But where is the smoke?
What is the profit of our transient existence?
Where is the weft of the weave of our subsistence?
In the heavenly sphere's abyss, souls of many innocent burn
To ashes. But where is the smoke to prove this instance?