In childhood we strove to go to school,
Our turn to teach, joyous as a rule
The end of the story is sad and cruel
From dust we came, and gone with winds cool
یک جند به کودکی باستاد شدیم
یک چند زاستادی خود شاد شدیم
پایان سخن شنو که ما را چه رسید
از خاک در آمدیم و برپاشدیم
Heaven is incomplete without a heavenly
romance
Let a glass of wine be my present circumstance
Take what is here now, let go of a promised
chance
drumbeat is best heard from a distance
