Once upon a time

I, Chuang Tze, dreamt

I was a butterfly,

fluttering hither and thither,

for all purposes a butterfly.

I was conscious of my fancies as a butterfly

I was conscious of my individuality as a man.

Suddenly, I woke up,

 And there I lay

myself again.

Now I do not know,

if I am a man dreaming I was a butterfly,

or if, I am now a butterfly

dreaming I am a man