Toy, you will not outwit the player.
Spinning top, you will not always spin,
Little match, you may not even burn down,
And when you do burn down,
You will not shine forever.

A doll can be kept,
Glued and patched.
You too are a doll for fate.
It is risky to exalt yourself —

If the master wishes, still unfinished
He can write us off.
And however brave we are,
To become gods is not even worth thinking.