Flow, little streams,
Into all the worlds —
And though a canal is being dug,
The little clouds will water you,
The orchards will drink you,
So God ordained, the finale is His.

Float, loaves,
The needy wait for you,
Let them laugh at sincere fools —
However you turn it,
The romantics are blessed:
To convert the swindlers
They are not merely polite —
They bless in answer to wrath.

They do not strive to own, but to serve,
They give out left and right,
They are easy to deceive,
But truth will not forget to repay —
The currents carry bread in reply.