If the glimmering morning’s dew,
That lodges on the grassy stand,
Dwells, but for so short a moment to be cherished…
If the exquisite flower,
That blooms with its unblemished hue,
Mesmerizes, but so swiftly does it wither…
If the alluring beams,
That dawns on the beings beneath,
Comforts, but it to be obscured by the thunderous growl…
If a millipede on its expedite adventure,
Has to face the end of its guts,
When so witty and gregarious ants ambush its stroll…
If one who carols with merriment today,
Has to wail with excruciating agony tomorrow,
Who can evade the ultimate destiny?
If the nuptial knot that has been fastened,
Persists, but for it to be slackened off gradually,
What enthrall is there in the invincible love?
What rivet is there in the flawless beauty?
What meaning is there in sumptuous and fussy life?
For everything is adjoined by transiency.