Give Me Some Fixed Tranquilly

O Lord Rama, karma, from a lost-little bee all eyes, O dear me, what is it, I-just-can't see. So busy with honey, what do I prepare esprit what does this life honour me? Living amongst this apiary Is there any chance of some fixed tranquillity? O Supreme Being, I hope you aren't a fairy-tale O man of virtue, should not all look up to you hoping they can find our better selves behind a veil. Yes, we model our beliefs on self-improvement but isn't it just the fulfilment- of another kind of disillusionment O little bee, karma, O Lord Rama, is this weary kaleidoscopic picture I set before you part of which I am, who I might be. If so, lend me your karma, Lord Rama, Endow - daub-like honey serenity to a lost little bee, and grant him, me some fixed, forest glade tranquillity.