I am not happy as I am sick
I lie on my bed,
I cannot move freely
I think I will die

I wet my eyes, so dim
There is no feeling better about me,
There’s death near to me,
I always worry about this.

I went to hospital that I might heal,
But nothing is happening.
I am thinking surely death is coming,
And I have nowhere to go.

I get up and call for old age.
Now death came from earth,
It is the end of me
Death is now in control.