And the Cosmic Dance
Goes on and on,
And Shiva's smile
Shines to all.
Saying: "how meaningless...
How meaningful..."

For years i tried
Showing you the Way.
The richest of the
People - the poorest of all men;
A treasure-chest unopened,
Reopened, and closed.
Oh, how meaningless,
How meaningful.

For longer i tried
My love and friendship
With you to share.
The pretties of people -
The ugliest of all;
An unseen flower,
Replanted and pruned.
How meaningless.
How meaningful.

For some time i tried
To reach you, for help.
Strangest of people,
Heart big as the ocean -
But small as a pot.
A caged beast,
Recaptured, unborn.
How meaningless,
And yet - how meaningful.

And Shiva's quiet face,
With its blissful smile
In his Cosmic Dance
That never stops,
Will fill with tears
Of love and joy:
How meaningless,
And yeah: how meaningful.

It is all a dance,
And nothing more.
Thus, it is so meaningless.
Thus, it is so meaningful.

Om

נכתב במקור לליבי, שלעולם לא תבין, 1997