نبندد مرا دست، چرخ بلند

“Our lives pass from us like the wind, and whyShould wise men grieve to know tha…”

“From moment then to moment their desireGained strength, and wisdom fled before …”

“Such is the passing that you must leave,All men must die, and it is vain to gri…”

“جهانا سراسر فسوسی و بادبتو نیست مرد خردمند شاد”