Thus we are,
we are mortal
men through and through,
we all will have to go away,
we all will have to die on earth.
Within myself I discover this:
indeed, I shall never die,
Indeed, I shall never disappear.
There where there is no death,
there where death is overcome,
let me go there.
My flowers will not come to an end,
my songs will not come to an end,
I, the singer, raise them up;
they are scattered, they are bestowed.
~Nezahualcoyotl
