From dawn to dusk,
O’My life, where’s thy lust!

Fast at times as if a rabbit,
slow too other times as if a turtle,
Ready to cross even the ocean,
defeated at times by slightest hurdle,

Zeal of roses blooming in the spring,
grief of thorns too in the autumn,
Joyous feeling of being on the top,
feeling blue too as if the bottom,

Life appears as if the dew,
kissing the flowers, pretty and new,
And what’s next nobody can think,
touching the ground in just a blink!..