Conceived by hope and confidence The womb of the morrow merries us Darkness pervades all inside, outside The ship of lightened life ferries us.
Life floats on sorrows and happiness Locked in and made of fetters of clay. It takes a shape, then reshapes itself With blood of toil that one has to pay.
Soul seals it with a kiss of experiences Before its release from the mortal frame Boundless world beyond life and death Hails it purged off the dirges by the flame.
