The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.