You know nothing, ignorant Man,Appraising yourselfYou glow with pride.Such a bride is unwelcome,Upon her neck caw the crows of death.O you vainglorious foolLike the mushroom of BhadonYou are so short-lived.As the deer who knows notThat the fragrance of the muskLies coiled within,So the Lord does live within.Understand thisAnd you never again will fear deathBrother, the world is a game, a magic sho