The Shan Yéw Ch‘oo

The thorny elms on the mountains grow,
And the white elms rise where the grounds are low.
You have suits of robes which you never wear ;
You have steeds and cars you are fain to spare.
All these another will have by and by,
For the time will come when you shall die.

The f’aou trees thrive on the mountain’s brow,
And the new trees rise where the grounds are low.
Unwatered your courts, your rooms are unswept;
Your drums and your bells all silent are kept.
All these another shall have by and by,
For the time will come when you shall die.

The varnish trees on the mountains grow,
And the chestnuts rise where the grounds are low.
Why not, at the feast, your lute gaily play,
To add to your joy, and lengthen the day.
Another’s your house will be by and by,
For the time will come when you shall die.