Tri Budhi Sastrio
Sorrow in the past, today, and in tomorrow
Is our faith, our destiny, because all of us,
Either like or dislike, have to meet and feel,
Have to touch and to play, have to embrace
And hug, even have to peace and grease.
We know sorrow, we know misery and sad,
Walking every day with them hand in hand
But it is a goal, it is a purpose, not useless,
As it is said by a prophet in the somber tone.
Because there is a man whose work has been
Done with wisdom, with knowledge, and with
An expert hand; but one who has done nothing
For it will have it for his heritage.
This again is to no purpose and a great evil.
What does a man get for all his work, and
For the weight of care with which he has done his work under the sun?
All his days are sorrow, and his work is full of grief.
