Like bubbles that, when rain falls, oftentimes appears
And disappears, is this our frame. The steadfast wise
Resolve to rid themselves of this perplexity.
In the wide world, who can compare with these?
Those who have gained this well-knit frame should seize the gain
The body yields. For like a cloud upon the hills
That casts its shadow, nor abides, but thence departs,
The body leaves no trace behind.
The body’s transient state is as the dew-drop hangs
On grassy tufts. This very hour do virtuous deeds!
E’vn now he stood, he sat, he fell, while friends bewailed
He died; such is man’s history!