By ending its beauty,
Age or the course of time sweep it away,
Soon deflowers its splendour.
Flower turns into fruit, gem into mud,
Man turns to dust, and to d**h
Paying his tribute here below.
For his life, for his being are
Sorrow, pain, necessity
To end in d**h.
So d**h shuts life, mourning shuts laughter,
Shadow shuts daylight, the tide shuts the sea
And night shuts morning.