O! Thou wanderer in the wilderness of the world
See the graveyards that lie about thee,
Realise the truth, that life passes,
And be not heedless, as drunkards are
Under tombstones and in mausoleums sleep
Thousands that blossomed like the rose,
And wasted precious days
In mad pursuit of pleasure.
They, too, were unwearing
Planning for Profit and Pastime,
And attainment of perpetual enjoyment,
Completely forgetful of the future.
They too, ardently desired;
Greatness and Jewelled diadems;
They feasted on dainty dishes
And drank from goblets of silver and gold.
They nursed in the soil of their hearts
The seed of Earthly pleasures,
Gathering in their Earthly homes
All the treasures of the Earth.
My acts and deeds and weary work
Gathered for me no grace;
From friends and family came no help;
My hoarded wealth afforded no relief.
I now shed tears of repentance,
And lament over my deed.
Take warning from me
And work while there is still time.
The bird of the soul will take wing
And leave the body untenanted.
Grass will grow over the grave,
And perchance a flower unfold.