With one’s head in the sand,
With one’s hand on the heart,
The fist on the table,
One says:
The sand is uncomfortable.

With one’s head in the water,
One’s hand on the scrotum,
The fist pounding the table,
One says:
The water is cold.

With one’s head in the air,
One’s hands on the ears,
The feet on the ground,
One says:
The world is not good.

With one’s mind in the body,
One’s soul in the heart,
One’s thought in the world,
One says,
This body is bad.

One cannot be satisfied.