"I perceive the secret..." by Nezahualcóyotl

I perceive what is secret, what is hidden:
Oh you gentlemen!
So we are, we mortals,
Four by four, men,
We will have to leave,
We will have to die on earth...

No one will become jade,
Nor gold:
We'll be preserved as dust
We all will have to go
There, in the same way.
No one will remain,
Perishing together,
We will go, like that, to his home.

As a painting
We will be erased.
As a flower,
We will dry out
Here on earth.
Like the plumage vesture of the zacuán bird,
From being the beautiful rubber necked bird,
We will fade away
We'll go to his home.

Sadness came along
Turning those who live inside her
Into spins...
Meditate, gentlemen,
Eagles and Tigers,
Even if you were made of jade,
Even if you go beyond,
to the place of the fleshless...
We will have to disappear
No one will stay.