My mourning on the earth, and what a strange spectacle it is, with the blue chakra in that green chariot.

This profound couplet speaks to the mysterious nature of existence and sorrow. The poet suggests that if one is already immersed in the grief (Maatam) of the earth, then nothing is truly strange. The true strangeness, he implies, lies within the journey itself—the 'green carriage' carried by the 'blue wheel.' This journey represents life's relentless cycle of fate and transition, suggesting that our deepest sorrows are interwoven with the very mechanism of our destiny.