Finis coronat opus
For full of trouble
Is man born of woman
For e’en if he be justly noble
Hate he gains from man and clan
Three score and ten years
Has the Captain give us
But if by strength thou perseveres
Worries and worries alas
Then when knocks the Pilot
To collect the souls of we sinful lot
Will we rejoice in gladness
Or cry out in untold sadness
Is man born of woman
For e’en if he be justly noble
Hate he gains from man and clan
Three score and ten years
Has the Captain give us
But if by strength thou perseveres
Worries and worries alas
Then when knocks the Pilot
To collect the souls of we sinful lot
Will we rejoice in gladness
Or cry out in untold sadness
We ask ourselves about our death each day
And as humans, we push those thoughts away.
Comments
Post a Comment