Careful O man, too meagre be the life,
No better chance you've than a greying leaf
Soon as it falls turns into dust beneath.
Man, be thou wary, fleeting be the life,
Look at that dewdrop dangling on a blade
Of grass, thine life no more is lofty made.
Know thou no higher is held human life,
O dwell on these bubbles barely afloat,
Mankind no special kind, gets no life boat.
Beware, life's precious and time flies fleeting,
A long way to go, little time ahead,
To undo ills callously committed.
Be vigilant and watchful all the while,
Panic not still, each soul gets a fair chance,
O to make most whilst destiny may dance.
A lot there's if you care, a lot ye can,
Human birth's rare; the next could still be brief—
A bubble born to bust, dew-drop, or leaf!
Be careful treading last lap of thine race,
Should ye wish this one to be nigh sunny,
Begin now; better late than none any.
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Musings | 01.08.09 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem