New Version By a small boy [name unknown] in Mysore City..


Translation:
Oh travellers of this world
your destination is the grave
This journey for which you are preparing will last for only two days
Since the creation of this world thousands and millions have arrived
No one is left
They've been engulfed in soil
Do not forget this, this will be everyone's final abode
Oh traveller of this world
Your destination is the grave
With your own eyes
how many burials have you witnessed?
With your own hands
how many of the dead have you buried?
Of your own consequences
why are you so unaware?
Oh traveller of this world
Your destination is the grave
These great mansions you have
they are of no use
These tall and lofty buildings that you have built
they are of no use
Only two metres of this vast earth, will be your small home
Oh traveller of this world
Your destination is the grave
Here today
Gone tomorrow
You are not to stay in this world
Your destination is to leave
This journey for which you are preparing will be over in two days
Oh travellers of this world
your destination is the grave.


CHANGE YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW..