Being

O man, your stay and show beneath the sky, Is short and brief, like spark, that parts from flame: Who can make man detect this fact so clear That being of man enjoys high rank and name?

If craftsmanship of man is quite devoid Of gift and tact the self to form and frame, Alas! such art and music of the flute Are naught but source of much disgrace and shame.

Schools and taverns can no morals teach Save the fact that you do not exist: Learn ʹto beʹ for you too are a fact, Besides, your ego thus shall long subsist.