with each breath…

with each breath, the world advances to a sure end;
not even god’s mercy can our lifespan extend.

when earth’s time is up, the sphere will wobble and fall;
and when we gasp our last, the eyes go still and dull.

don’t worry about which came first- the chicken or egg;
no matter what happens at the end- do not beg!

the last thought determines the way of the next birth;
die afraid, you will tremble; the brave will have mirth.

the only important fact of dying is love-
what matters is always the willingness to serve.

no matter what, we all die but god doesn’t care;
yearn for love like the drowning man panics for air.

may the wheel of birth and rebirth come to an end;
darvish, only on the master can we depend.




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