From the most distant time

A good friend lost to a road-raging maniac. His girlfriend sent me pics of the wake and this poem she read at the service:

"Majestic, from the most distant time,
The sun rises and sets.
Time passes and men cannot stop it.
The four seasons serve them,
But do not belong to them.
The years flow like water.
Everything passes away before my eyes."

The Emperor Wu of Han

[This may contravene the Baddeley Scurrility Act; too bad.]