“Will I have to go like the flowers that perish?
Will nothing remain of my name?
Nothing of my fame here on earth?
At least my flowers, at least my songs!
Earth is the region of the fleeting moment.
Is it also thus in the place
where in some way one lives?
Is there joy there, is there friendship?
Or is it only here on earth
we come to know our faces?”
 “Oh come with Khayyam, and leave the wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One Thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.”
 “While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink:
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to thee — take that, and do not shrink.”
“We will pass away. I, NezahualCóyotl, say, Enjoy!
Do we really live on earth? Ohuaya ohuaya!
Not forever on earth, only a brief time here!
Even jades fracture; even gold ruptures, even quetzal plumes tear:
Not forever on earth: only a brief time here! Ohuaya ohuaya!”
Excerpt from 500 Nations (CBS):