Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

A boy stopped outside my window, Told me it was the New Year. So I look out my eastern window The sun rises as of old, unchanged. Look, boy it's the same old sun; Don't bother me now, come back some other time.

The Brahmin ... had left his family and came back with his hair turned white. When his neighbors recognized him, they called out: "The man who once left us is still alive?" But the Brahmin answered: "I resemble him, but am no longer the same."