New Version By a small boy [name unknown] in Mysore City..

Translation:

Oh travellers of this world

your destination is the grave

This journey for which you are preparing will last for only two days

Since the creation of this world thousands and millions have arrived

No one is left

They’ve been engulfed in soil

Do not forget this, this will be everyone’s final abode

Oh traveller of this world

Your destination is the grave

With your own eyes

how many burials have you witnessed?

With your own hands

how many of the dead have you buried?

Of your own consequences

why are you so unaware?

Oh traveller of this world

Your destination is the grave

These great mansions you have

they are of no use

These tall and lofty buildings that you have built

they are of no use

Only two metres of this vast earth, will be your small home

Oh traveller of this world

Your destination is the grave

Here today

Gone tomorrow

You are not to stay in this world

Your destination is to leave

This journey for which you are preparing will be over in two days

Oh travellers of this world

your destination is the grave.

 

 

CHANGE YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW..