King

Whatever your will,

Whatever is your choice,

You have to bear,

For this a price.

Your heart may vie,

The desire for name,

Be the winner of all,

Aspire for fame.

Big money Big wealth,

Big palace big land,

The control in the head,

And power in hand.

But If you aspire,

For the whole of the sky,

Price too big and,

The cost would be high.

As this aim implies,

You to be strong,

Quelling the others,

Rivals no one.

Whoever compete,

Comes in your way,

Have to be smashed,

Should be faded away.

But when at the top,

You have fear to lose,

Too much wealth,

Great worry, no use.

And this may spoil,

Day-night your sleep,

No freedom in a laugh,

Heart shaky in deep.

Remember O Man,

What use of this gain?

As it may cost,

Your dear earns pain.

In the wisdom of all,

It always is known,

A Ruler of all,

Has to be alone.