For us, now, it is this time of death rather than the time of birth which deepens us and gives meaning. And it is this time in the house of mourning, rather than the house of feasting, where we come together in sorrow. For death is the end of all of us, and we the living should take it to heart. And for this time and place sorrow is better than laughter, because when the face is sad the heart grows wiser and the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning
One generation passes and another comes, but the world forever stays. The sun rises and the sun goes down; then it presses on to the place where it rises again. Blowing now toward the south, then toward the north, the wind turns again and again, resuming its rounds. All rivers go to the sea, yet never does the sea become full. To the place where they go, the rivers keep on going. What has been, that will be; what has been done, that will be done. Nothing is new under the sun.
And when the clouds are full, they pour out rain upon the earth. Whether a tree falls to the south or to the north, wherever it falls, there shall it lie. Just as we know not how the breath of life fashions the infant in the mother's womb, so we know not the mystery of death.
For there is an appointed time for everything. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
And those who have died would want this; even expect this of us – that there be a time when we dance again. And one day it will be well for us to eat and drink and dance and enjoy all the fruits and gifts of the finite days we are granted, and dwell not on the shortness of our lives, but rejoice in the abundance that is life which brings joy to our hearts.
So go now and someday will we eat bread with joy and drink wine with a merry, though wiser heart, because it is this time that that we are given. And in this time we are given let our garments be white, and spare not the perfume for our heads. Enjoy life with your beloved, each day of the fleeting lives granted to us under the sun.