The length of our life is fixed; the body passes away; 'tis all an imposing uproar of pleasures.
Creation and destruction go forward like a revolving mill; we consume the output; the seed is multiplied.
Tuka says, Let us go where there is no fear; let us hurry for shelter to God.
Creation and destruction go forward like a revolving mill; we consume the output; the seed is multiplied.
Tuka says, Let us go where there is no fear; let us hurry for shelter to God.