"How frail is humanity! How short is life, and how full of trouble!
Like a flower, we blossom for a moment and then wither. Like the shadow of a passing cloud, we quickly disappear.
Must you keep an eye on such a frail creature and demand an accounting from me?
Who can create purity in one born impure? No one!
You have decided the length of our lives. You know how many months we will live, and we are not given a minute longer.
So give us a little rest, won't you? Turn away your angry stare. We are like hired hands, so let us finish the task you have given us."
"If a tree is cut down, there is hope that it will sprout again and grow new branches.