This is my translation:
A hundred pigeons fly to the roof-top,
A lame one hobbles on the lawn,
Desire edges tremulously till the nail's tip,
Then hurries back to the security of the palm!
Life is pock-marked with adversities, our thinking is riddled with fallacies and our perceptions are hobbled with illusions. The challenge is not to bury your head in the sand, not to be lost among the trees unable to see the forest, not to seek revenge or sympathy and justice, but to soldier on building the dung ball of your consciousness, for that is all you've got and need, to arrive at your final destination - ultimate reality.