Man is mortal and death is certain
So my beloved remove all the curtains
Hanging between you and reality
My boy mind well, it is your duty.
As a kid you belonged to your parents
Youth is for the better-half apparent.
Throught life as a fool you behave often
Trying to form & maintain motley relations.
Being badly in love you hoard money
Not as a means but as the end ultimate
Which automatically gives you agony,
Deprieving you of contentment sovereign.
Whatever you own in the tiny span
You often fell something's absence.
Though being wealthy or the richest
Your position remains always the worst.
Perhaps your craze to form relations
And unusual greed for hoarding money
Always helps you to forget often
That you born alone and will die alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem