Everything that has a beginning must come to an end. So every one of us shall surely die. The dead is weeping for the dead and sympathizers only pity themselves. All the earth is a grave and nothing escapes it; nothing is so perfect that it does not descend to its tomb. Who can swallow death on this earth? Surely everybody owed the debt and we must pay it one day. No man has power in the day of his death and when a man comes to his end there is no remedy. The diviners must die and the doctors cannot live forever.
What is it on this earth that can not spoil? What is it that cannot be destroyed? Today’s king is tomorrow corpse; the people will die and their bodies will decay. The trees will dry and the animals will stop breathing. Everyday the shining sun goes down to set, so everything will surely reach its end. Or who is he that will not return home after the market? For this world is like a market place, and we have come just to transact. We shall all go home one day, it is the gain you brought home that matters; it is the fruits you take home that count.
Let the wicked hear this. And let the righteous hear also. That death is not to be postponed, and what we sow we shall reap when we die. The good and the bad, nothing is lost. The wicked thought he is wise, but he forgot that no wicked will escape punishment. For one’s cruel act reflects back to him and the wrong a man does recoils on him. The death from the Lord has done right, but the ones from men put cases upon cases. Because those that sent him will one day see his anger. The death that kills a man has done nothing; it is those that sent him that broke the egg. They burnt the royal feathers and they poured the salt inside the well. But one day the fire shall cease to burn, their coat of mail shall crumble and the wicked act they so much love to do will come upon them. They will die and then the heavens shall ask, “Where is the good thou hath done.”