Having Down-Poured Heavily: Suck-Up Large River-Waters
Being Partially Blocked By The Clumps Of The Rose-Apple Trees
Scented With Fragrant Rut-Ichors Of Wild Elephants
And, Move Ahead On Your Route, O Cloud, As Winds
Shall No More Divert, Then, Your Course Of Flight
Being Full Of Substance Down Within Yourself
For, Emptiness Speaks Lowly Of All Beings
But, Fullness Speaks Of Sound Status And Pride