Our existence became a Melody When the maestro's voice echoes; The world is an orchestral and Our life, an harmonious ensemble With sweet progression, fast and slow. Boldy, time as at first Our life was a theme and mellow subject With a trembling effect and spirit Gradually increasing the pace In a flowing and graceful style Rather soft and at pleasure Which marks well one or more note Of our brilliant euphony. Tenderly, little by little Increasing the tune gradually With dignity and brisk splendour Rather loud, as quick as possible In a short and distinct style That furnished our existence with Strength and firmness, cheerfully. Hence, sweetly bears majestic expression In a smooth connected manner. Furiously, life's melody grew quick Very quick, firmly and decided To sustain every note to it's full length Very loud, forsaking dignity and grace As prides and fury diminishes Life's values, time and tune by degrees. Slowly, the time comes with a very slow Movement, gradually retarding the tempo And lowering the sound gently While the quick tune became slow And there came the solemn chorus In graceful and singing style To mark well the remaining life's note With trembling effect and frail spirit When our melody softly returns back to the beginning. In a flowing manner, our existence Runs at first boldly, tenderly and then furiously To return back slowly to the humble start As narrated by the Maestro's soaring voice.