Love the purple morning light,
               that spills happiness around us,
when night pitches its black tent,
               it's happy time to rest-
and recuperate; birth and death
             are the entrance and exit-
on the stage of life, even if one doesn't
                  like to retreat to the backstage, passing death's door,
it's mandatory, learn to live,
                 with these truths, a part of the stagecraft.
Travelers we are,  through repeated cycles of lives,
          we buy and sell, happiness and grief,
                 barter wisdom for pain, once in a while
      and get richer beyond expectation.
At the end of the transactions,
            purity of our karmas decides-
whether one gained or lost,
                only by helping others bear their burden, one gains.