For that king who has no desire for drums and banners

I have become mad, there is no blame on the madman

From afar you see me as a walking person

That person is an illusion, but it is not other than nothingness

Come forward and become nothing, for nothingness is the mine of the soul

But not such a soul that is nothing but grief and sorrow

I without me and you without you, let us enter this stream

Because in this dryness there is nothing but oppression and tyranny

This stream drowns, but does not kill a man

For it is the water of life, and there is nothing but grace and generosity