I can’t see a face, br Nor I have a hope, br Life is like a trace, br Nor life saves a pope. br br Fixed the day of death, br All pass one by one, br None escapes by this path, br Even a king dies on throne. br br Short sleep means a life, br Long sleep means a death, br Life and death have a strife, br All face this mortal worth. br br Every one likes to live, br Nobody likes to die, br Nothing would misgive, br On the death bed all lie.