Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The world's drama is staged like a street-performer's show.
For an instant, for a moment, the show is watched — and then it vanishes, in no time at all.
The theater-verse: the world as a nat — a street-acrobat, a costumed performer — staging his little spectacle. The image carries both charm and verdict: the show is genuinely entertaining; crowds gather honestly; and it is over before the applause fades, the performer packing his props for the next square. To grieve the show's ending is to have mistaken the genre. The world is not a fraud — it is a performance, wonderful in its hour, never built to be permanent, and unwise to buy a house in.
What do you enjoy fully while knowing it will end — and what do you wrongly expect to last?
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