What was it that your mind perhaps was finding?
Where was your heart?
That is why you give your heart to every thing;
without direction you take it;
you go about destroying your heart.

On the earth, can you go in search of something?
Can it be lived on the Earth?

Not for always on earth: we are just a little while here.

Even though it is jade, it breaks,
Even though it is gold, it breaks,
Even though it is quetzal feathering, it rips,

Not for always on earth: we are just a little while here.

Do we speak something truthful here, Giver of life (Mother Earth)?
We only dream, we only get up from the dream.
It is only like a dream ... And
Nobody speaks the truth here ...