I am a clay figurine, and will return to dust of clay,
After death, in two cubits of earth, I will turn to soil.
I never forget my true status here,
In this race of life, only my name will remain.
My existence is like a bubble of water,
If it even slightly spills, I will vanish.
I do not know for how many more days I am a guest,
No one has seen tomorrow, today I too will end.
This time is slipping through my hands like sand,
By tomorrow, I too will set like the sun.
From childhood to the destination of youth, I have traveled,
The truth is, from now on, I will fear every step ahead.
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