Merchant

The merchant lives in the walled enclosed house
How organized it is to stay indoors.

How many of his servants, how many guards
Everyone is at hand, everything is urgent.

Breakfast in the morning, lunch in the afternoon
They all know what he’ll eat at night.

From here and there, even if it is a hair is moved
He would bring a big sword, look sharp, to punish.

If anything is needed, the gestures are enough
It appeared with lightning speed, there is no apology.

In this way he lived a life of supreme felicity
The rest is very tiny as he is engrossed in his own meditation.