Ambitious men, unbridled power seek,
How luckless, fatal wish is this not know
Alexander, son of Philip, mighty Greek,
Did rise from dust and into dust did go.
And likewise Akbar and almighty Rome,
For fleeting moments, they, their fate belied
With loud, defiant, warlike beats of drum,
But unfailingly in the end, they also died.
And great Ashoka’s bones now buried lie
In the Ganges, under heaps of mortal bones,
And into dust are turning by and by
All kings and sparkling scepters, priceless thrones.
So men, who seek unbridled power must
In time, by Time be trampled into dust.