O! For the sensual pleasures
You give all your life;
To find happiness in treasures-
That is all your aim of life.
All in this world and worldly things
The wretch for ever relies.
Despite the death, to this body clings
The soul and meanly lies.
Aghast! a ghost it becomes,
Forgets its nature to soar to the heaven
Alas! It loseth the Heaven it rightly becomes
And lingers here teasing his own even.
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