We can never know about what we’ll become
in the cosmos’s karmic interplay.
Oh, I hope I will be a sacred cow…
loping strong, unlopped, along the highway.

Reincarnation, reincarnation
is making my fate
and making me changing.

We simply cannot see what is going to ensue…
we can act precautionarily
and try to live a life that is upright,
to not get tight, get into fights, act lecherously.

Reincarnation, reincarnation
is making my fate,
will make me a changee.

’cause tomorrow…could be cloaked in feathers
I’m no prophet, and I don’t know the gods’ ways.
So I’ll try to act good in the here and now.
Somewhat I fear the offing in future days;
I hope I’ll cheer the offing in future days.
(Hope I’m not a scrub jay;
hope I’m not a shar-pei;
hope I don’t bray or neigh.