All is vanity to impatient children,
All is vanity, on the Earth,
All is vanity, now or later;
Everything, but death and birth.
All is vanity to restless children,
All is vanity, since the fall;
Take the days and nights as given-
Life makes orphans of us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written and so true Patti. Another ten.