Life is a sinking sun, a sea of blood,
A strong clamoring sky.
Death is a dawn, a pale mist,
A pure breath, clad in mourning white.

Life is a flickering candle.
Death is a shining diamond.
Life is a comedy of sorrow.
Death is a beautiful tragedy.

When seething waves swallow the mountain
The wind's lament wailing on the mast,
Onto night snows heaping in soundless drifts
Feathery moonbeams cast their full laughter.

Life is a path sloping toward Death.
Death is the dawn of a new life.
Ah, the intricately woven thread of Death
A sacred shine bestows on the deluge of heavy life.