The banyan spreads dark hair on the muddy river
And its red fruits are dropping on it like rain drops.
Come to its folds to experience our sleep and death
In an extorting sleep, interest for our light’s capital.
The fruits mark time for periodic interest payments
And interest shall cease only on the final redemption.
In the meantime we sleep off our interest payments
And each time ,hope that interest is not redemption.

(Schopenhaur’s famous financial metaphor in which he calls sleep little interest payments for the capital of life we had borrowed at birth that will cease only on death,the final redemption)