With each breath, the world advances to a sure end;
Not even god’s mercy can our lifespan extend.
When earth’s time is up, the sphere will wobble and fall;
And when we gasp our last, the eyes go still and dull.
Don’t worry about which came first- the chicken or egg;
No matter what happens at the end- do not beg!
The last thought determines the way of the next birth;
Die afraid, you will tremble; the brave will have mirth.
The only important fact of dying is love-
what matters is always the willingness to serve.
No matter what, we all die but god doesn’t care;
Yearn for love like the drowning man panics for air.
May the wheel of birth and rebirth come to an end;
Darvish, only on the master can we depend.
