The adults dance in this Mandala
The fireflies are lit up by the seven colours like a prism
Should the great monk step onto the desert
They will disintegrate and like an insect take flight into the sky
The flakes of the body peel and fall off pleasantly
The smiling mummy will tell you
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
The children play in the Mandala
They haven’t leapt off to hollowly perform a strange dance
Can’t see the desert of the adults from the hill
Small parts of their bodies are cut off
The corpses smile at the children’s laughter
Things that aren’t there all dance together
They haven’t leapt off to hollowly perform a strange dance
Can’t see the desert of the adults from the hill
Small parts of their bodies are cut off
The corpses smile at the children’s laughter
Things that aren’t there all dance together
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya
Ru ra ra ra ra
Ya ya ya