1. What is with graves, as if no one lives in them,
Though they contain past ages gone by.

2. They contained many millions before us,
And they will contain us while remaining empty.

3. Where are the proud beauties and their charms?
Where are the tyrants and the arrogant kings?

4. They have vanished from the world as if never born,
Crushed by the palm of merciless fate.

5. Indeed life is a poem, our ages
Are its verses, and death its rhyme.

6. Delight your gaze in the stars and their beauty,
For they will remain when you have passed away.