Like the catastrophic waves of a rising tide
Death and time collide with the winds of fate
Crying for the recent lost now mingles freely
Tears that accompany arrival of a new born babe
The cycle goes on, when life replaces death
Names forgotten traded for the newly christened
The proof of the cycle is that it is truly exalted
As every being upon the earth draws breath
As soon as birth we hear a call if we listen
Surely life endures sorrow, moving undaunted
A beginning uncelebrated may be then venerated
By the end of this and every following generation
