Regard your life as the most priceless treasure.

Қарттық келді:

Old age is here-sad thoughts, poor sleep and all.
Quick anger's poison fumes inflame your sullen soul.
Not one to share a thought with. Who will come
To soothe and sympathise in answer to your call? 

All men are doomed. All who are born must die.
Nobody can recover days gone by.
Both joy and grief must fade into the past. 

All plans and deeds cruel time will nullify.
In struggle fortify your soul-if you are wise.
Only the giftless bow to fate with downcast eyes.
Only the feckless play up to the mob. The truly wise man on himself relies.

Abai Qūnanbaiūly.