Yes, questioneth we, is there a purpose for our birth?
And did God really breathe into us our first breath?
Is this all not just another worldly myth?
A Shakespearean play just like King Lear and Macbeth?
Mother, should we really cherish health?
Father, is it really noxious to store up wealth?
Brother, is it not astonishing how much we gain from them both?
Why do they tell us in this world we should not pledge an oath?
Is there a role in it stunting our spiritual growth?
Must we really contemplate life's evils in silent stealth?
Yet, so painful a life to forfeit why are we loath?
Do you know to God alone we must pledge our troth?
Can you see, it is appointed unto all flesh to decide before death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Shailini, just to clear the air on the form Rhyme Royale poetic form Written By: The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica See Article History Alternative Title: rime royal Rhyme royal, rhyme also spelled rime, seven-line iambic pentameter stanza rhyming ababbcc.