What is life, but like a flower,
Blooms today, fades tomorrow,
Taken away whenever, by the sower,
What have we, from the future to borrow?
Tossed to and fro, like the chaff in the wind,
Man races for worldly riches,
Every minute, the heart is pained and hardened,
By endless plaints and wishes.
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