Indeed, this worldly life is like a parable for human beings: look at what comes out of man, no matter how much spice and salt he added to make it delicious, see what it ultimately becomes!
What has the son of Adam to do with vanity, when his beginning was a mere droplet, his end will be a decaying corpse, and between them he carries filth?
Woe to you, O child of Adam! Know that hardness of heart, lethargy of satiety, and the pride of power hinder good deeds and bring sluggishness. They make one forget remembrance and heedless of impending death; to the point that a person trapped in worldly attachment is as though intoxicated by wine.
How often the beginning of a day is unlike its end. How often for a person who is cheerful at the beginning of a night, mourners arise for them by its end.
Your life is merely a counted number of breaths, and over each breath there is a watcher keeping count.
The remembrance of death has vanished from your hearts, and the falsehood of false hopes has overtaken you.