The bones from our bodies of our past lives
would pile higher than the highest mountain.
Why am I still being reborn?
The blood from our bodies of our past lives
would fill deeper than the deepest ocean.
Why am I still being ‘redeathed’?
The hair from our bodies of our past lives
would join longer than the longest river.
Why am I still being troubled?
(In Buddhist culture, head hairs are symbolic of our innumerable ‘strands’ of afflictions.)