Countless famous and important people,
With the air of a soaring eagle and the bearing of a tiger,
Held the entire world in the palm of their hand.
They were pre-eminent in everything.
Their fame burned brighter than the blazing sun.
In the twinkling of an eye,
Their white bones are buried under green grass,
While their souls wander adrift, knowing not where to go.
Their life is nothing more than a conversation topic over a glass of wine.
What were they so busy for?
Let me ask you!

*refers to a dream in which a lifetime seems to pass, but whose duration is actually shorter than the time it takes to cook a pot of millet.