In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.
Plain as a nose in a man's face.
All's well in the end, if you've only the patience to wait.
Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.
When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.
Half the world does not know how the other half lives.