Anicca: Impermanence
The endless crowd streams past, those before and those after, and each wave rises only to fall back. No name in the multitude stays; the ones who come after will not even remember to rejoice. Footprints on a beach, filled by the next tide before they set.
Saṃsāra: The wandering round
No end of all the people is the ceaseless procession of generations, each following the last down the same worn road. The crowd repeats without arriving anywhere. A crowd shuffling around a track, always moving, never leaving.
Yasa: Fame and its emptiness
They that come after shall not rejoice in him strips the shine from being celebrated, since the applause dies with those who gave it. Today's admired figure is tomorrow's forgotten one. A cheer that fades before the next crowd fills the square.
Suññatā: Emptiness
Vexation of spirit is the ache of chasing a solid meaning through the crowd and grasping only wind. The endless people offer nothing firm to stand a lasting self upon. Reaching into fog and closing the hand on nothing.