Those who have come to be, those who will be: All will go, leaving the body behind. The skillful person, realizing the loss of all, should live the holy life ardently.

Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.

Wealth, a friend, a wife, and a kingdom may be regained; but this body when lost may never be acquired again.

Life is swept along, next-to-nothing its span. For one swept to old age no shelters exist. Perceiving this danger in death, one should drop the world's bait and look for peace.

Unindicated and unknown is the length of life of those subject to death.

I shall live here in the rains, there in winter, elsewhere in summer, muses the fool, not aware of the nearness of death.