Miron Costin. (№ 362155)

A lot of people in the world was, is and will be.
The world in his change careless always will be.
Everything in this world is transitory - to each his own time:
The time will come and we will all be cast off as a burden.
Now living in a world of the dead we remember,
About us remember the other, when we pomerium.
Born to die will die and become ash,
From the world, like the gate, we all go with the crowd.
Today, proud of the greatness, today, you are strong, nice.
And tomorrow, a sad, orphaned, hurt and powerless.
Oh man, will you be with clay and light with the dust
Spout your flesh worms born of vile rot.
So the mention of the same man, who you of mortal life -
You can match only the empty, nameless foam.
One is to support us can: when we change form,
In heaven we will find happiness, and greatness.