Sober Reflexion

When this temple shall lay to rest That the temple bird returns To dreamland beyond the seas The earthen vessel shall be desolate Then shall dust, dust returns And reality long created comes true The dead weep over the dead, consciously Numbering their days The dead weep over the dead On grounds well-known to them Awake oh the Dead! Weep no weep for anyone Except for yourself Except for your perilous past And your waiting morrow For love or pleasure you give in tears Does him no right or wrong This temple shall lay to rest And temple bird shall flew away To dreamland beyond the seas And temple walls shall become desolate Then cry no cry and shed no tears Death makes me triumph over death.