ืืจืื ืืช ืืจื - ืคืืกืื ืืืื
ืืืฆืืจื ืืื ื ื "ืฉืื".
ืืจืืจืื ื ืืกืคืื ืืืชืืืฉืื ืืืื ืฆืืจื.
ืืฆืืจื ืืชืืกืจืช ืืืื, ืืืื ืืืจืื.
ืืืืืช ืื ืืืช, ืืืฉื ืจืื ืงื ืื ืืืฉืง ืื ืคื ืืืื,
ืืื ืืืืจืช ืืืฆื ืืืืืื ืืืืขื ืฉืื,
ื ืคืจืืช ืืืชืืืืช ืืงืืื.
ืืืื ื.
ืื ืฉื ืฉืืจ ืื ืืชืืขืื ืฉื ืื ืื ืฉืงืจื ืคื,
ืจืง ืืคื ื ืฉื ืื.
The creation is not “mine”.
Grains of sand are gathered
and come together to form a shape.
The shape surrenders itself
to water, wind and time.
With the thrust of a single wave,
a light gust of wind
or across the wings of time,
it returns to its natural state of being,
continuing on and merging with what is.
Like us.
What remains is a testimony
of everything that happened here,
just a moment ago.