Isn’t everything is forthcoming, And everyone has his own destiny on earth People like to live long lives but death is creeping to them Time is a witness on people, between distracted and pointed arrow Many people we saw passing away They all went to an embracing hole Where the dear ones are safe He is always deficient One day he is young and another he grows old Doesn’t man wander at himself as it ages If you find fault with something, Don’t do it
Leave what you suspect for what is not suspicious Are you deceived with a bright day, a dark night or a setting sun Don’t think that it is a world of pride Don’t you get that you are stranger in it