English Rendering
Where there is life, there must be death;
In due time we'll breathe our last breath.
Last night we lived and filled our posts;
Today my name's among the ghosts.
Where is my soul fled far away?
But shriveled forms in coffin stay.
My children miss their father, crying;
My friends caress my body, sighing.
For gain or loss I no more care;
Right or wrong is not my affair.
Thousands of years will pass away,
And shame and glory of today.
But I regret, while living still,
I have not drunk wine to my fill.
