Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why Should wise men grieve to know that they must die? The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place.

But all this world is like a tale we hear - Men's evil, and their glory, disappear.

From moment then to moment their desire Gained strength, and wisdom fled before love's fire Passion engulfed them, and these lovers lay Entwined together till the break of day.

I turn to right and left, in all the earth I see no signs of justice, sense or worth: A man does evil deeds, and all his days Are filled with luck and universal praise Another's good in all he does - he dies A wretched, broken man whom all despise.

I am deathless, I am the eternal Lord For I have spread the seed of the Word.

And while one is brought up with luxury and caresses, and is thrown bewildered and despairing into a dark pit, another is lifted from the pit and raised to a throne where a jeweled crown is placed on his head. The world has no shame in doing this it is prompt to hand out both pleasure and pain and has no need of us an our doings.