There was a Persian king
Who wanted to know
What he could say on
Every occasion
That always would be so

      Illusions, circles and changes
      Illusions, always changing
      Like the wind and the rain

He summoned three wise men
From his eternal throne
One from each border
Gave them his order
To write words always true

The wise men thought so hard
For a night and day
Found these words to say on
Every occasion
These things too shall pass away