1. While yesterday man lived at ease, self-indulgent,
Enjoying life, surrounded by his family,

2. Suddenly he was given a glimpse of his mortality,
And no sooner had this occurred than he breathed his last like a lightning bolt.

3. Then at daybreak he became a lifeless form, devoid of soul or breath,
Shrouded in the darkness of the grave.

4. He is mourned and carried to a tomb
Whose sides are plastered with earth and stones.

5. Of all he had gathered he took nothing with him
Except a shroud and the rags that covered his nakedness.

6. And nothing to sustain him on his journey
Except the pungent smoke of burning wood.

7. How meager are the provisions for the departing soul!
I pray God forgives me for past sins,

8. For if He punishes me for them I shall be lost.
In whatever town death takes him,