Answer - Question-9

The world beneath the sky is a charming place, But its sun and moon are prone to decay.

The corpse of the sun is carried on the shoulders of the evening, The stars vanish when the moon appears.

The mountain flies like the moving sand, The river changes in a moment.

Autumn lies in ambush against the flowers, The merchandise of the caravan is the fear (of loss) of life.

The tulip does not retain its beauty through dew, If it retains it for a while, it loses it the next moment.

The sound dies in the harp without being produced, The flame dies in the stone without manifesting itself.

Donʹt ask me about the universality of death, You and I are tied by our breaths to the chain of death.