I will vanish from sight, and no one, including you, will ever see me again.
But now that he's dead, why should I go without eating? I can't bring him back! Some day I will join him in death, but he can't return to me.
You have tied my feet down and keep me surrounded;
Humans are different— we die, and that's the end.
And so, I ask you, God, why pick on me?
They will be forgotten like a dream
and vanish from the sight of family and friends.
Those sinners may go to bed rich, but they will wake up poor.
Now I would be at peace in the silent world below
Why do you refuse to forgive? Soon you won't find me, because I'll be dead.
But once they are pulled up, they have no more place;
But a scorching wind blows, and they quickly wither to be for ever forgotten.
Suddenly they disappeared! I looked, but they were gone and no longer there.
You punish us severely because of our sins. Like a moth, you destroy what we treasure most. We are as frail as a breath.