O river, Sitting at your bank I wonder Whether you are; or were! The banks give you identity Otherwise You are just a flow of water,
O tower, likewise You stood erect for sometime And then collapsed in the flow of time The body was dead, and form destroyed Saddening it is, but To merge in its own elements Is the destiny of matter,
However, nothing is lost forever, The soul is never destroyed, and The banks continue to exist (Though the river dries up), and The substratum springs forth New whirlpools In the ocean of Eternal Existence!
