All that we see around us, devour insatiable time;
All overthrows in the dust; limit being brief.
Dry streams become shallow sea, from bregov retreating
Collapse cliffs fall steepness of the mountain ranges.
What I say about small? Beautiful canopy of the sky,
Flushing suddenly burn your same heavenly fire.
All devoured by death; after death - the law, rather than punishment.
Dates will come - and this world will perish forever.
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