I cannot walk, smell, touch and talk
Alone I can’t do it
Without it I’m a wind without mind

This temple is mine,
But not mine alone
I see through its low tunnels;
I speak through its big tunnel;
With thirty-two halite stones in it
Like a driver
I’m in in control of it
But I can’t dwell in it forever,
It’s an got expiry date
And I don’t have it