How often does winter come then summer
And spring goes and autumn comes;
And we go from hot to cold
And the sword of destruction is raised over your head;
O you who is insignificant in this world
Till when will procrastination deceive you?
You who seeks what is temporary, till when?
Will your heart be busy with what is temporary?
Strange is the one who humiliates himself for this world
While a piece of bread would suffice him for each day.
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