On earth is no abiding stay,

All living things must pass away-

No-one, no-one says me nay.

Do not tarry your depart,

For death itself a solom art;

The beauty of a stilling heart.

No matter here what life you spend,

Poor and rich, foe and friend

Are equal faced with silent end.

Alow the mist to cloud your eye,

Last breath, to leave with silent sigh,

Leave the earth and join the sky.

On earth is no abiding stay,

All living things must pass away-

No-one, no-one says me nay...

But you may choose if your name might stay.