In this land, everything is forgotten; everything is humiliated and everything
moves toward death.
“This bread and water of heaven’s wheel are like a treacherous torrent
I am a fish, a leviathan, the sea of Oman is my desire”
So holding a lantern I seek the sea, and even though I cannot remember myself
well, I step on the path.
Everyone says, “It is not to be found, we too have searched”
I think to myself, “That which is not to be found is my desire”