Sights visible, as mountain after mountain,
Sights not visible at all to the naked eye,
Forgetfulness and remembrance,
Sorrows and joys that come as waves from the ocean of maya,
And the karmas they bring in their train,
And the numerous faiths to end them,
And their respective gods,
And their devotees,
And the numerous paths that claim to be their witness,
And the doctrines and logic behind them,
Oh, how many, how many are they?
Well may the sands of the sea,
Easier reckoned be!