Whither are gone the great lords of the earth, with their might of chariots and armies? The earth, that witnessed their departure, stands even today.

Moment by moment, this body wastes away unperceived; like a jar of unbaked clay set in water, it falls to pieces, and is dissolved.

Unlasting are youth and beauty, life and piled-up wealth, kingly state and the presence of friends; the wise man errs not as to these.

As log of driftwood meets log in the mighty ocean, and after meeting they separate again; thus are the meetings of all beings.