Intoxicated with youth,
How long until you hide my weak and wrinkled skin in shame?
Fooled again by the coming of Spring,
How many seasons will I pass in ignorance?
When will I learn not to heed the sirens’ call and instead guard my meager gains?
There is naught but birth, aging and death to be found in this ever-turning wheel of samsara.
When will I develop the wisdom to put it all down and give up hope that there is happiness to be gained in the pursuit of pleasure?
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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