As a river rushes to the sea, As the sun and moon glide across the mountains of the west, As days and nights, hours and moments flee, Life flows away, inexorably. Verse quoted in numerous Tibetan works. PADMASAMBHAVA (8th century)

As a river rushes to the sea,
As the sun and moon glide across the mountains of the west,
As days and nights, hours and moments flee, 
Life flows away, inexorably.

Verse quoted in numerous Tibetan works.

PADMASAMBHAVA (8th century)