From Destiny’s hand I took my lot and toil;
Like a seed sown at random upon the black soil.
Like a seed of rich grain that grows 'neath a warm clime
And leans towards the earth in the fullness of time.
It blossoms and grows, yields a seed and no more;
Like a seed I too visit on earth’s fertile shore.
Thus lives each man, though a leader or slave;
I relish my life and fear not the grave.
To earth that once bore it, the stalk bends in twain;
In a heavenly garden, I will blossom again.