Our stay in this world was just like that of a traveler who stops briefly at an inn during the day and then moves on.

Here, the poet compares our fleeting human life to a traveler who pauses briefly at a roadside inn during the day, only to resume their journey. In this bustling 'workshop' of the world, we often get caught up in things as if they were permanent, forgetting that our stay is merely a brief resting stop. It is a gentle, melancholic reminder of our impermanence—urging us to travel light through a world where we are only passing guests.