All are fleeting,
All are fleeting.
The pleasure the pain,
The honor the dishonor.
All are fleeting,
All are fleeting.
I am getting nothing,
I needed nothing.
All are fleeting,
All are fleeting.
Nothing is mine,
Actions and fruit of actions,
Nothing is mine,
Nobody is here for reckoning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem