All human toil seems meaningless;
The time we have is not endless;
Our labor’s fruits, we may not eat;
For long, we can’t sit in our seat!
Death comes to both fool and the wise;
All die, both virtuous and with vice;
All earthly feats just go to rot;
Every event is soon forgot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem