To man is allotted a span of a hundred years

To man is allotted a span of a hundred years;
Half of that passes in sleep;
Of the other half one half is spent in childhood and old age;
The rest is passed in service with illness, separation, and pain as companions.
How can mortals find joy in life
That is like bubbles on the waves of the sea?
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