1. What good is a life whose very serenity clouds it,

    when even one who gives thanks for it must complain of it?

  2. Man forgets, but mortality reminds him;

    his very continuance kills him, then consigns him to the grave.

  3. And what within it cannot mend him has broken him;

    from his allotted span, what never unfolds him folds him away.

  4. With every passage of a breath he repeats,

    he tears from your life what you can never rebuild.

Sol 5.6