The world, my brother! will abide with none,
By the world’s Maker let thy heart be won.
Rely not, nor repose on this world’s gain,
For many a son like thee she has reared and slain.
What matters, when the spirit seeks to fly,
If on a throne or on bare earth we die?
Saʿdī
translated by Edward
B. Eastwick
(Picture: Le silence eternel des ces espaces infinis m'effraie, Odilon Redon)
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