Death in myriad forms embrace
The vast number of our race;

Disasters devour us as daily bread,
We, hapless humans, surrender;

When nature’s blows unexpected strike,
No death-defying tactics succeed;

Scenes after scenes, melting into tragedy,
Are woven strands of ill-omen;

Is it the dance of death? A play on the face
Of earth? On the stage of abysmal hell?

How Fateful! Man dies as flies fall,
Ephemeral beats of heart cease;

Now, what end bootless griefs signify?
What man do deaths dignify?