XVI: So fast our friends depart unto the grave

So fast our friends depart unto the grave,
As the karwan, with speed, returneth home.

So very promptly doth death deal with us,
As the reaper cutteth down the ripe corn.

Like as the moving sand is quickly commingled,
So speedily is this world together huddled.

The human frame as rapidly decayeth,
As the tulips, in the autumn, wither away.

So swiftly passeth away this sweet life,
As the rapid river boundeth along in its course.

A twinkling of the eye, indeed, will not be so speedy,
As Rahman's hasty departure from the world.