Were but the space of a dream,
ROSEI.
Dreamed while a bowl of millet cooked!
CHORUS.
It is the Inscrutable, the Mystery.
ROSEI.
Yet when I well consider
Man’s life in the world of men ...
CHORUS.
Then shall you find that a hundred years of gladness
Fade as a dream when Death their sequence closes.
Thus too has ended
This monarch’s fifty years of state.
Ambition, length of days,
Revels and kingly rule,
All, all has ended thus, all was a dream
Dreamed while the millet cooked.
ROSEI.