Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:
Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.
Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
......
What were you last year
or a decade before?
What would make you blush
or what would you desire more?
Mortal man! Oh mortal man!
Like a whirlwind in the Saharah
You blow and flow in every direction
Appearing to be so busy here and there
With no eternal value to show for it.
Like a hungry angry lion,
You chase every prey called opportunity
Paying no attention to this body wherein I live,
Having no time for meditation, togetherness,
......
Mortal man! Oh mortal man!
Like a whirlwind in the Saharah
You blow and flow in every direction
Appearing to be so busy here and there
With no eternal value to show for it.
Like a hungry angry lion,
You chase every prey called opportunity
Paying no attention to this body wherein I live,
Having no time for meditation, togetherness,
......
What were you last year
or a decade before?
What would make you blush
or what would you desire more?
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:
Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.
Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
......