Being scared by the approaching dawn, stars started saying to the moon:

‘The same scenes have continued in the sky; we became even tired of continuous shining.

Our duty is moving morning till night; moving, moving, continuously moving.

Everything in this universe is restless: What is known as rest does not exist.

Remain oppressed by the moving all; stars, mankind, trees, rocks and all.

Will this journey ever finish? Will destination be ever visible?’

The moon started saying: ‘O Companions’! ‘O gleaners of the field of night.

In motion is the life of the universe; this is an age old custom of this place.

The horse of time is ever running, flogged by the desire for search.

Resting on this path is inappropriate; concealed in the rest's cloak is death.

Those who were moving have moved away! Those halting a little, have been trampled!

The reward for this moving is Beauty; Love is the beginning, the end is Beauty.