Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they were born
Some die just as they learn to crawl
And some just as they learn to walk
Some die old and some die young
Some in the very prime of life
All people pass away in term
Just like the fall of ripened fruit
As all ripe fruit always falls and rots
So all who are born by their deaths destroyed
Collection in the end dispersed
Whatever rises must also fall
All meetings end in seperation
The final end of life is death
Sorrow arises from all beauty
From all beauty arises fear
When all beauty is given up
Neither sorrow nor fear exist
And the law is Imperium
Imperium Imperium Imperium Imperium