Vanity, O vanity,
The mother of despair.
Shuts off our mind from every good
From every loving care.
If focuses us on that within
The minds of the most mortal men.
It blinds us to the God above
And leads us into sin.
Rejoicing as we go astray
Making us forget to pray
It rots our minds and souls
And lets us merely play
On vanity’s distractions
Where we focus all our actions
On things of no importance
At all, but to our fall.
