Love thyself last; When the world slouches, In the heartache, Of the days that died, When the death keeps burning, Even after the ashes evanesce; When the days wince, For the past that troubles, After its end; Love till the last. The last leaf too falls down, The brightest star too deceives, For the life is quirky. Love, when the road breaks, When the ink fades, When the glaze rusts, When the sunless sky slumbers, And, when the end is nigh; Love thyself till the end. Love thyself last; When the world slouches, In the heartache, Of the days that died, When the death keeps burning, Even after the ashes evanesce; When the days wince, For the past that troubles,