If you were a bird
You should have a sky
If you were a lamb
You should have your prairie
O’human, what kind of love
Makes you sigh helplessly
O’human, are you still dreaming
Of a genuine love
The Buddha’s compassion is genuine love
An unconditional love
Without painful cause or painful effect
With only the cool fruit of the Dhamma
O’human, don’t blame that selfish love
Which makes you suffer and uneasy
O’human, let it become emptiness
And let it come and go like a cloud