Poem jotted on a chopsticks paper-wrapper

What if the world were made of   ice & raindrops?
what if the spheres were formed from   gold & fire?
even if seven seas were   filled with teardrops
would this dissuade all beings   from desire?
I take my noon repast   & quaff some sake
I'll northward trek   to meet my parents soon
the passage of the decades   seeks to mock me?
perchance I'll wind up   loony like Majnoon



(Beijing)