Destruction remains constant in its course and the heavens (fate) continue their usual ways; whatever is being formed in a mold today will be broken and scattered tomorrow.
The poet reflects on the relentless, unchanging law of the cosmos: mortality and decay. Whatever is being carefully sculpted and brought to life today is already destined to crack and scatter tomorrow under the wheel of time. It serves as a gentle yet sobering reminder of the transience of life, where creation and destruction dance to the very same tune.
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