Through intricate motions ran

    Stream and gliding sun

    And all my heart seemed gay：

    Some stupid thing that I had done

    Made my attention stray.

    Repentance keeps my heart impure；

    But what am I that dare

    Fancy that I can

    Better conduct myself or have more

    Sense than a common man？

    What motion of the sun or stream

    Or eyelid shot the gleam

    That pierced my body through？

    What made me live like these that seem

    Self-born， born anew？