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.
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