Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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.
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.