For dust we are and to dust we shall return,
And with us shall all our earthly concerns;
The ones that we exalt in our hearts so high,
Shall also be dust on the day we die.
Why do we greed and lust for the money we earn
And hope to find eternity in return?
Why can't our minds fathom the vanity of pleasure
Or our hearts seek a greater treasure?
The mind crowns itself with gems of pride,
And from the angels it sets the devil aside
The mind sets itself on the mortal highs
And blinds our hearts with worldly lies.
The ones that we exalt in our hearts so high
Shall also be dust on the day we die.
And the mortal pleasures we lust and crave
Can never save us from the mouth of the gra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem