The living days those are destined to live
With this body are passing on and on;
The God of death is coming with anger
And coming so faster and faster to fasten;
So, by realizing that the pleasurable thought
of the everlasting accumulated wealth shall not exist forever,
if you consider doing whatever consistent virtues possible,
Do it immediately and instantly!
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