Of the nonexistent, there is no coming to be Of the existent, there is no ceasing to be For to the one that is born, death is certain And certain is birth, for the one that has died The power which generates the mind Of the nonexistent, there is no coming to be Of the existent, there is no ceasing to be For to the one that is born, death is certain And certain is birth, for the one that has died The power which generates the mind