Life and death are presented here as the two breasts of the Divine Mother. we are born strangers in the world, but this mother nurses us. Birth brings the should into this strange world; death takes it to the unknown eternity. Taken from one breast, the baby weeps; put to the other, he is consoled. so does man, leaving life, find rest in death.
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The poet is eager to set out on the journey of death. He hopes to meet God, his Beloved, at the end of the journey. He will dress like a bridegroom and go without fearing difficulties and dangers, sure to be welcomed by God.
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Death is calling, and the poet is about to begin his last journey. He thanks his fellw beings, his brothers, for their goodness to him, begs for their good wishes, and leaves to them whatever wealth he has.
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The poet will die, but nature will go on. as usual, each passing hour will bring its pleasure or pain. As death is near, the poet is concerned with spiritual things and no more with material wealth. Nature makes no distinction between the rich and the poor.
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