The struggle

Toiling and vexation, a fate bestowed on work
A struggle that never ends, no one is satisfied
A tapestry of labour, from the day of young
Till the day of old, men never truly rest

For what we work, are trails of insatiable needs
A struggle of vanity, it never ends
One desire after another, daily they increases
We only hold strong to hope, that someday it will end

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Small belly, little needs, but the struggle never ends
To what do we toil day and night when scrub is our fate
Even one without child nor relatives, wakes early
Life is a tapestry of toiling and vexation, a fate on men

Who can change what's destined? Who can understand what's crooked?
That rest is an illusion, in the spiral of life
But while we toil, men should deny themselves no pleasure
For that's our reward, in the struggles bestowed on men