Nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.

The sun chasing darkness since aeons;
Prophets chasing ignorance, since time bygone.

Birds chirping to awaken men from sleep;
Sea roaring to disturb men’s darkness deep.

Rivers trying to sweeten salty sea;
Rain trying to satiate parched earth’s plea.

Youth sprinkle with wrinkles in a wink;
Wisdom often ferrying to disaster’s brink.

Useless seems my wife and urchins;
Tasteless are concubine and virgins.

Swiftest rarely wins the race;
Weaklings walkover with a beaming face.

Godly dies early, leaving starving sons,
Liars lives long, having endless fun.

Happy are those, who have died and gone;
Blessed are those, who are never born.

Truly nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile like chasing the wind.