I strike,
I strike to warn you:
life is deflating in the sky
and flickering on the table.
your embers are dying out
to be ashes in the air.
I strike,
I strike to remind you:
make bundles of noble deeds
ready to aboard the ship
bound for hereafter.
I strike,
I strike to give you
a piece of directive:
heaven welcomes
the angels on earth.