Like the leaf,
It withers and falls off
And decays, then to oblivion.
So is the life of a man here.
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Like the rain,
Gushes from the sky in fiery flood,
While the earth absorbs in usual dexterity
So are our days and livelihood.
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Like the burning flame,
It ascends and dissolves.
Thus, we return to where we came,
To the dust, from where man evolves.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Art of the quill. Nice!