To the vanity of earthly glory
Hear all living in the world,
The poor and the rich host,
Walking in rags, in porphyry,
Lean your brow towards me!
My tongue broadcasts to the truth,
The wisdom of the heart says;
What the Holy spirit inspires from above,
My lyre sounds today.
Not fear in the days I'm angry,
That strong drive I will,
Leaning on the pillars of the Golden,
Wealth fifth I'd;
In the fierce day — brother brother is not salvation,
No substitute of the soul the soul;
Death has a vain redemption,
For the price there is no life.
Let the Princes prosper,
Not tea the death of his;
But as wise men dying
And buried with earth
Equals crazy every day; —
For a coffin should all ye who enter their
Your dignity, the treasure is priceless,
Leave it to others.
Ah! death vainly imagine in the pride of,
That in the age of the building will not fall,
What's tittle and glory expansion
The descendants of the inscriptions read.
Alas! all power and honor of the earth
Passes with us like a shadow:
Will Eclipse the sun the darkness NEWNA,
Where is the sound? Where's the glitter?— Where the bright day?
Where skiptr, if only virtue
Did not illuminate the way of life,
And due to the vanity only sodetel,
In which we sing?
Ah! we are a stupid herd,
Grim Reaper that drives to a coffin death:
In it the righteous one as a reward
Convenient morning life to ripen.
Not eternally abyss the spirit obimet,
But he will survive.
As the Lord my soul to take,
And I will clothe immortality in the light:
She will look at longevity
Then, without envy, moreover,
Who honor, wealth, blagodenstviya
Multiplied his house.
The death will not take with him
None of their other things,
The blessed life of the Holy
Blessed between the spirits of the good:
And estli here not sanctified
And in anger of so age its will hold,
Between the good will not dwell,
It's not flipped by the light.
From our will the depends,
So here and there to be blessed,
To humiliate himself, or to elevate,
Bury in the dark or light;
To the highest degree we have power
Its lose height:
In a vicious fallen passion
Man is like cattle.