Oh men of this world!

What makes them sigh

And lament bitterly?

Alternation

Of grief and joy

Equally

Burn them from inside.

Life and death,

How many of them

Can be endured

In the last

Two epochs?

East and West,

South and North—

Whose home is it today?

Oh men of this world!

Their family authorities

Are just for a short while.

The six ways to the right

And three paths to the left—

Affairs are twisted like hemp.

It's only due to their docility

That they are not yet outcast.

But sooner or later

Inevitably they invite

Changes and declines.

Chasing after delusions

Of the worldly diversities,

They heap up lots of calamities

And stockpile them protectively

For themselves and their dearests.