As I looked into the thickness of time
And the activities under the sun
The pleasure that creates forgetfulness
And the misery of sorrow that reminds of displeasure
The inevitability of fear but not of the three basics
Neither of long life or fulfillment of destiny
Not even of saying good bye
Only the fear of what death find in my hands
As daily devotion is not enough more than what he finds in my heart and hands
Remember, there is no rest in peace after death, as prayer has no answer
Only your work determine farewell.
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