It's hard to translate poetry, and this rhymes and have a good rhytm to it, but this is kinda what it means:
There's so very little
a human being can understand.
One shouldn't worry and think
but still one thinks and worries.
And days adds to weeks,
weeks adds to years.
One shouldn't get caught up in worries,
as life runs so fast.
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