nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind 

there is no escape from the dualism of life 

vanity of vanities 

i am embittered towards humanity for its failures 

yet i possess all of these same shortcomings 

there is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth 

yet, the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning 

and by a sad countenance the heart is made stronger in time 

so, i embrace this burden and weep for the fools that chase the wind