O lovers of pomp and show! This is not the place where one stays for long.
None of your predecessors has lived here forever.
Go and cast a look at their tombs,
And reflect where all your forebears have gone.
One day that place of rest will be yours also.
One day this morning of (your) life will decline into evening for you.
One day people will carry you in a bier,
And will return home in grief after burying you.
O people! The pleasures of life can never last forever.
Do you not ever fear death and think of passing away from this world?
Just think where your fathers and forefathers have gone!
Who called them back and why have they left this world?
That day will also be your lot one day.
Do not ever feel so happy; the time of departure is slowly drawing near.
Search for the way which will cleanse your heart and soul.
And reduce the baser self to nothingness in obedience to God.